"GIVE me the prettiest valentine <br />You've got in the shop,' said he, <br />'One with the tenderest sort o' line, <br />In type that her eyes can see. <br />One that she won't need her specs to read, <br />'I love you my darling,' is all I need. <br /> <br />'A line o' love from an old bald head, <br />An' a throb from a battered heart; <br />An old skeezicks, with a feeble tread, <br />A lover, no longer smart. <br />An' she ain't as young as she used t' be, <br />But she looks for her valentine still from me. <br /> <br />'I wish they made old folks' valentines, <br />With gray heads close together; <br />An' printed 'em, too, with loving lines <br />About fair and stormy weather, <br />An' showed the old man an' his gray-haired wife <br />Walking arm in arm on the edge of life. <br /> <br />'We've traveled the road from youth to age, <br />Without missin' a single kiss; <br />In our book o' life every written page <br />Has something o' joy and bliss, <br />An' though it ain't long till we go above, <br />We 're nearing the end with a load o' love. <br /> <br />'So give me your prettiest valentine, <br />An' I'll send it along today <br />To that wonderful old sweetheart o' mine, <br />Whose tresses are thin and gray. <br />But I wish they made valentines,' said he, <br />'For seventy-year lovers like ma an' me.'<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/getting-her-a-valentine/
