Accept, dear girl, this little token,
And if between the lines you seek,
You'll find the love I've often spoken—
The love my dying lips shall speak.
Our little ones are making merry
O'er am'rous ditties rhymed in jest,
But in these words (though awkward—very)
The genuine article's expressed.
You are as fair and sweet and tender,
Dear brown-eyed little sweetheart mine,
As when, a callow youth and slender,
I asked to be your Valentine.
What though these years of ours be fleeting?
What though the years of youth be flown?
I'll mock old Tempus with repeating,
"I love my love and her alone!"
And when I fall before his reaping,
And when my stuttering speech is dumb,
Think not my love is dead or sleeping,
But that it waits for you to come.
So take, dear love, this little token,
And if there speaks in any line
The sentiment I'd fain have spoken,
Say, will you kiss your Valentine?
-Eugene Field
I'm Hiding Deep Inside
Can no one see this smile I'm faking,
A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed
Friends are far, friends are near.
King For A Day
I'm resting here quite regally,
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
Love Online
How did this happen I continue to ask?
If I would Never Met You
What I Found in My Desk
A ripe peach with an ugly bruise,
I'll Never Forget
I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.
The Perfect Little Town
The little town was the perfect little town,
Mary Had a Little Dog
Mary had a little dog.