A VALENTINE.

A VALENTINE.

I’m making you a valentine,At least, I’m going to try,Because they don’t seem really mineThose valentines I buy.Butthisone is my very own.See! Here a kiss I writeShaped like a star that all aloneShines brightly through the night.Now something blue, just like the sky.And this—green like a tree,And this thing—oh, so very high!—Is just some love from me!Eve Brodlique Summers.

I’m making you a valentine,At least, I’m going to try,Because they don’t seem really mineThose valentines I buy.Butthisone is my very own.See! Here a kiss I writeShaped like a star that all aloneShines brightly through the night.Now something blue, just like the sky.And this—green like a tree,And this thing—oh, so very high!—Is just some love from me!Eve Brodlique Summers.

I’m making you a valentine,At least, I’m going to try,Because they don’t seem really mineThose valentines I buy.

I’m making you a valentine,

At least, I’m going to try,

Because they don’t seem really mine

Those valentines I buy.

Butthisone is my very own.See! Here a kiss I writeShaped like a star that all aloneShines brightly through the night.

Butthisone is my very own.

See! Here a kiss I write

Shaped like a star that all alone

Shines brightly through the night.

Now something blue, just like the sky.And this—green like a tree,And this thing—oh, so very high!—Is just some love from me!

Now something blue, just like the sky.

And this—green like a tree,

And this thing—oh, so very high!—

Is just some love from me!

Eve Brodlique Summers.

Eve Brodlique Summers.

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