VALENTINE POEM FOR DUMMIES

O my Luve is like a red, crimson rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is similar to the melody That’s sweetly played in tune. So good artwork thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I;...When compact birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when she moved, she moved far more means than a single: The shapes a vibrant container can