Letter To My Valentine

Dear Miss Mary

You lift me up when I am down

You’re always there to cure my frown

When we go out upon the town

You persevere when I’m a clown

But it’s much more than that, you know

It’s not that you just cure my woe

You stretch me up and make me grow

And when I stumble you never crow

When you’ve had a little wine

Or maybe lift an occasional stein

You’re smiling face looks so fine
So will you be my valentine.

Always yours