O, that's blooming flow'r hue of Valentine
Such sweet blushing cheeks, how tender and fair
Yet her anxious mind shows what subtle sign
Is in woman's pride that seeks thrill to dare
Like the vibrant youth of dawn, she'll awake
In bitter sweet sunburst which life reaches
As the virgin crown of vanity, shall break
Through tomorrow's expected tragedies
For in this shell, the seed of life must grow
Then to a fresh bud nurtured by dew drops
Her fulfillment to womanhood shall glow
In this uncertain world with tender traps
For I, from cupid's bow has flown today
Who's true love's gentle art shall set her free...