I heard the flutter of soft gossamer wings;

Along of the song a sweet Cherub sings.

I hid behind the safety of a large oak tree;

But he flitted all around until he found me.

His quiver I saw was full of those fateful darts.

Twang! He let one fly straight into my heart!

Oh mischievous Cupid has left me no choice.

And I ask you again with love in my voice.

Be My One, My Only, Be Mine.

Be My Loving Valentine?

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