Love thee!—take it not amiss.
And, O! supreme would be my bliss
If thou wert mine:
Then say, my fair, if thou agree
To make me happy, and to be
My Valentine.
Believe me, that by day and night,
I’d feel ineffable delight
In being thine.
Then doubt me not, O do not fear,
For thou shall find me every year
Thy Valentine.
Every day I think on thee,
Every night my love I see.
Thoughts and dreams so well agree,
I sure may say,
They’re indeed a happy sign,
That my love shall soon be mine,
And I shall be her Valentine,
Auspieions day!
Dear maid, allow a timid youth,
With trembling hand to pen.
And tell the secrets of his heart
On day of Valentine.
Long has he felt Love’s ardent flame,
And long the same conceal’d,
Trusting, by time and fortune’s aid,
The same would be reveal’d.
And, O how happy would he be,
If freed from every pain,
If for his heart you truly would
Return him yours again.
Hence, little Cupid, through the paths of air,
