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?