O my Luve is sort of a crimson, red rose That’s freshly sprung in June; O my Luve is much like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I;... - In its place, words are sometimes stark and https://bookmarkhard.com/story18731451/the-smart-trick-of-valentine-s-day-poem-writing-that-no-one-is-discussing