To Sweet Valerie Poem by David McLansky
To Sweet Valerie
I count it pleasing that you are coy
What woman’s art you do employ
That in my heat you do demur,
That of your love, I must infer;
That you are modest, is no disgrace;
I would be shy in your place
For what tools have I to win your favor
But my lines which I will flavor
With all the sweetness of my skill
To mount your heart high on its hill.
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4/27/2024 10:18:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, I am shy, there is no doubt And oh what fancy words you spout I shall ever flattered be That you write such poetry