HER VALENTINE

Somebody's sent a funny little valentine to me.

It's a bunch of baby-roses in a vase of filigree,

And hovering above them — just as cute as he can be —

Is a fairy Cupid tangled in a scarf of poetry.

And the prankish little fellow looks so knowing in his glee,

With his golden bow and arrow, aiming most unerringly

At a pair of hearts so labeled that I may read and see

That one is meant for “One Who Loves,” and one is meant for me.

But I know the lad who sent it! It's as plain as A-B-C!—

For the roses they are blushing, and the vase stands awkwardly,

And the little god above it — though as cute as he can be —

Can not breathe the lightest whisper of his burning love for me.