Val-entine with you,
Killing times with you,
Like I’m Bobby Val-entin-o
You’re a gift of precious stone,
Like a merry heart, you do me good,
Like a medicine, if we break it will dry up our bones.
Love don’t sleep lest we be in want,
I will make to thee boarders of gold wit studs of silver,
A bundle of myrrh is my beloveth like,
And I shall lay betwixt thy breast all night.
Stay me flagons, comfort me with thy apples,
Lemme kiss you with the kisses of my mouth,
The fig tree put forth her green figs,
And like vines with the tender grape,
You give me sweet smell.
2019/02/14: Author Enobong Ukpabio