I find myself in such a time
Where I am loath to make a rhyme
For what I wish is true is not
And in just that I find my thought
On this of all days in the year
My feeling concentrated here
For I shall not get flowers for
Her ere I get to know her more
But until then I sit without
And make a verse or two to pout
While courage may someday arise
It will delay I so surmise
When dawn comes on that long-sought day
I hope that I shall come to say
That I then have a valentine
And that her name is left unsaid