My Valentine.
O Dorothy, sweet Dorothy, You make my heart rejoice; Your presence is like Arcady, There's music in your voice; Heaven's purity is on your brow, Its light is in your eyne; I love you, and I ask you now To be my Valentine. Your face is like the lily in The morning's ruddy light; Your dimpled cheeks and tiny chin Are blessings to my sight; Your lips are fairer than the rose And redder far than wine; Your teeth are whiter than the snows: You'll be my Valentine! You are not quite so old as I, You've seen but summers three; And that's no doubt the reason why You are not coy with me. I'll come to you to-morrow, And on chocolates we'll dine; And you'll have no thought of sorrow When you are my Valentine.
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"O Dorothy, sweet Dorothy,..."
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