For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, <br /> Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, <br /> Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies <br /> Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader. <br /> Search narrowly the lines!- they hold a treasure <br /> Divine- a talisman- an amulet <br /> That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure- <br /> The words- the syllables! Do not forget <br /> The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor <br /> And yet there is in this no Gordian knot <br /> Which one might not undo without a sabre, <br /> If one could merely comprehend the plot. <br /> Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering <br /> Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus <br /> Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing <br /> Of poets, by poets- as the name is a poet's, too, <br /> Its letters, although naturally lying <br /> Like the knight Pinto- Mendez Ferdinando- <br /> Still form a synonym for Truth- Cease trying! <br /> You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do.<br /><br />Edgar Allan Poe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-valentine/
