Oh! little loveliest lady mine,
What shall I send for your valentine?
Summer and flowers are far away;
Gloomy old Winter is king to-day;
Buds will not blow, and sun will not shine:
What shall I do for a valentine?
I ’ve searched the gardens all through and through
For a bud to tell of my love so true;
But buds are asleep, and blossoms are dead
And the snow beats down on my poor little head.
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its almost valentines this poem hits every one it is the month of feb. hehehehe -
This is my first visit here. When I saw this poem and read the instructions beneath it "finish and comment", I thought we were invited to write a last stanza for the poem - apparently not. But, this is how I would have finished it had that been true:
Oh little loveliest lady mine,
I cannot find you a valentine!
So take thee my heart, oh please, I pray
Before it withers, take it I say!
And forevermore my love is thine.
The language in which this poem is written makes me think it was written to a child, perhaps separated from a parent for some reason and the parent is longing to hold that child again and desperately seeking some token of their love to send. -
I don't know if the poem's written to one of her daughters or to a woman from a man's point of view or even a lesbian poem. But I really love the subtle hints of darkness within the apparently musical poem. Valentine's is indeed a painful time for most, a melancholic time for many... and should happen everyday for those who find themselves lucky enough to celebrate it.
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