Take me out for some ice cream...

...take me out to the store.

Buy me a triple scoop jumbo cone...

...I wont share, I'll eat it alone.

For its scoop, scoop, scoop, up the ice cream...

Give me the three kinds I adore.

For it's one, two, three, scoops to go...

At the ice cream store!

My Spring Flower

I used to walk among the flowers
In the June and April showers

As I gazed at the vast selection
I was pointed in your direction

There were roses, buttercups,
Forget-me-nots, and Johnny jump-ups

The morning glories and carnations
Added to this floral sensation

But as I saw them all around me,
Only one could astound me

One I had not seen before
Caught my sight and interest more

This flower had a brilliant smell
It's fragrance I thought I knew so well

It's beauty I could not explain
It made the others look so plain

Not a single petal torn
It's stalk was slender and bore no thorns

Unlike the others who, in some way,
Rudely warned me to keep away

Although this flower seemed too good
For me to pick, I thought I should

But as I went to set it free,
You reached out and you picked me

   Be my Valentine?

Whose gift this is you cannot know,

My heart is in your keeping though.

You will not mind my writing here,

To tell you that I love you so.

My love for you is dark and deep,

But it's a promise I will keep.

 
As from afar I watch and weep,

For I each day have thought of you.

Let me be your Valentine

In my hot air balloon,

  

 

 

    

But I hope that you wait.

  

 

I want you to be here with me for Christmas,

Even if you leave your heart at home.

I know that lately my love makes you restless,

But it's too hard to spend this time alone.

My love for you is like the Christmas season:

Joyful, yet with knowledge of the end.

My need for you has neither hope nor reason:

If not a lover, please, just be a friend.

Please, just be a friend, and come to me

When all the world is bright with love and song.

You are my pillar and my fantasy,

My earth and yet the sky for which I long.

My need for you, of course, is mine, not yours,

Nor need you answer me but out of love.

This is the season when we open doors

To let in those whose need our hearts might move.

And after Christmas you may go your way

To leave me with my sadness and my dreams.

I have no right to bother you to stay,

Knowing how your heart, unaltered, leans.

I want you to be here with me for Christmas,

Even if you leave your heart at home.

What you decide, and why, is not my business,

But still for me it's hard to be alone.