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.
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