A Valentine Poem by Arthur Guiterman

Before your gate from dawn to late
The cheery postman whistles;
And every mail augments the tale
Of amorous epistles

That jingle 'heart' with 'part' and 'dart,'
Nor fail to mention Cupid;
That rhyme 'above' and 'love' and 'dove'-
And other things as stupid.

I pray you, spurn those lines that burn,
Despite their foolish pleading.
To flame consign each Valentine-
Except the one you're reading.

And scorn the host that sent per post
Those missives, poor and shoddy.
'They love you, too?'- Of course they do!
For so does everybody!

But just as sure as snows are pure
And shoes are made of leather,
I do adore and love you more
Than all the rest together!