My funny valentine
Are you truly mine?
It’s more then Cupid’s arrow
Has wounded you this time
We’ve taken now a course
That casts us in remorse
‘Or never was a place for us
Your fertile ground discourse
But am I one to blame?
For casting you in shame
When all the world does conjure up
Their way to wreck and pain
There must to some degree
Be room enough to be
But vision says
And eyes report
My sentiment to thee
Will time run out of time?
Deliver this to mine
And tell her that
I loved her so –
My words run out of rhyme
