Valentine sweet Valentine.
You said you would love me ever,
You’d go through flood and flame for me,
And you would leave me never.

But now that I am getting old,
You say my mouth looks baggy.
And that my tum is getting fat
And my hair's gone sort of shaggy.

Well I’ll tell you something Darling
I’m not so very dumb,
I’ve noticed that your head does shine.
And that your feet do ‘um.

But the man I loved is still inside,
And I’m still in here too,
So if you will make the most of me,
I’ll just put up with you.


© Kathy McKay Sinclair