Peter (Prof) Fox

Rookie (10 August 1957 / Kent, England)

Valentine


I am writing with respect and admiration
To a lovely chap I would like as mine
Oh how happy I would be
If you'll excuse this lunacy
So darling be my Valentine

I am writing on the day that we get married
The day our single lives we do resign
Oh how faithful I will be
Now you'll live your life with me
So husband be my Valentine

I am writing on the day that you are buried
So many years did our hearts entwine
Now you've taken part of me
That no one else can see
You'll always be my Valentine

Submitted: Thursday, March 17, 2011

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