by Evaleen Stein Dear heart, on this thrice-blessed day, An thou my sweetheart be, The rose of love shall bide always Upon the red-rose tree. And in the garden of my heart So ceaselessly shall shine, The little birds will know thou art Mine own true Valentine. And I... (Continue reading)
Little Bo-Peep, will you be mine? I want you for my Valentine. You are my choice of all the girls, With your blushing cheeks and your fluttering curls, With your ribbons gay and your kirtle neat, None other is so fair and sweet. Little Bo-Peep, let’s... (Continue reading)