Dear heart of my beating heart that echoes true
The beats of love that leap to me from you,
I catch them in this happy heart of mine
And shake them out in throbs called Valentine.
Dear lips and eyes and brow, your beauty I avow,
Your face ringed in dark shadows of your hair;
And when a task is to be done, you are the fiercest one,
And I am all astound with lovers’ fire.
Dear you, dear you, dear you, my Valentine so true,
You are the shining goal of my desire.