Go, Cupid, and my sweetheart tell <br />I love her well. <br />Yes, though she tramples on my heart <br />And rends that bleeding thing apart; <br />And though she rolls a scornful eye <br />On doting me when I go by; <br />And though she scouts at everything <br />As tribute unto her I bring - <br />Apple, banana, caramel - <br />Haste, Cupid, to my love and tell, <br />In spite of all, I love her well! <br /> <br />And further say I have a sled <br />Cushioned in blue and painted red! <br />The groceryman has promised I <br />Can "hitch" whenever he goes by - <br />Go, tell her that, and, furthermore, <br />Apprise my sweetheart that a score <br />Of other little girls implore <br />The boon of riding on that sled <br />Painted and hitched, as aforesaid; - <br />And tell her, Cupid, only she <br />Shall ride upon that sled with me! <br />Tell her this all, and further tell <br />I love her well.<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-valentine-3/
