valentine day poem No Further a Mystery
O my Luve is sort of a purple, crimson rose That’s recently sprung in June; O my Luve is such as the melody That’s sweetly played in tune. So good artwork thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I;...When smaller birds sighed, she would sigh again at them; Ah, when she moved, she moved extra ways than 1: The styles a vivid container can have!D