Fall in love with Margaret,

Fall in Love

Fall in love with Lorna,

Fall in love with Sam,

Fall in love with Lucy,

Fall in love with Pam.

Fall in love with Margaret,

Fall in love with Frances,

Fall in love with Diane –

Wow, the way she dances!

Fall in love with Laura.

Fifi's fine as well.

Fall in love with Phoebe, even

Though she cannot spell.

Fall in love with Leila,

Fall in love with Lou,

Fall for Jo, Fiona, Jane

Or any of that crew.

Fall in love with who you like

As deeply as you dare,

But brace your heart for breaking:

Love is never fair.

Fall in love with any girl

While you 're on the shelf,

But don't fall in love with Jenny, no –

Jenny's in love with herself.

Fred Sedgwick

Love Letter

I hold my breath,

drop the letter on his desk,

watch him pick it up,

mouth the words he reads

following as his finger traces them.

'Dear Rodger

I love you

love from Alison.'

He looks up

and I can read nothing in his eyes;

picks up his pencil,

shields paper with his arm.

I pray Miss Forshaw isn't looking.

The folded note begins its journey

- Godfrey – Colin – John – Carol –

I wrench it open, desperate to know.

'Dear Alison

There is no ‘d’ in Roger.'

Alison Chisholm

Saint Valentine's Day Massacre

What did I ever do to Dorothy Prewitt?

She's sent me a heart with an arrow right through it!

So… if she wants war (well I didn't begin it)

I'll draw her a heart with an axe buried in it!

Philip Waddell

The Milk Maid

Where are you going to, my pretty maid?

I'm going a-milking, sir, she said,

Sir, she said, sir, she said.

I'm going a-milking, sir, she said.

May I go with you, my pretty maid?

You're kindly welcome, sir, she said,

Sir, she said. sir, she said,

You're kindly welcome, sir, she said.

Say, will you marry me, my pretty maid?

Yes, if you please, kind sir, she said,

Sir, she said, sir, she said,

Yes, if you please, kind sir, she said,

What is your father, my pretty maid?

My father's a farmer, sir, she said,

Sir, she said, sir, she said,

My father's a farmer, sir, she said,

What is your fortune, my pretty maid?

My face is my fortune, sir, she said,

Sir, she said, sir, she said,

My face is my fortune, sir, she said,

Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid.

Nobody asked you, sir, she said,

Sir, she said, sir, she said,

Nobody asked you, sir, she said.

An Old Song Resung

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;

She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.

She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;

But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

In a field by the river my love and I did stand,

And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.

She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;

But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

To an Isle in the Water

Shy one, shy one,

Shy one of my heart,

She moves in the firelight

Pensively apart.

She carries in the dishes,

And lays them in a row.

To an isle in the water

With her would I go.

She carries in the candles,

And lights the curtained room,

Shy in the doorway

And shy in the gloom;

And shy as a rabbit,

Helpful and shy.

To an isle in the water

With her would I fly.

Father and Child

She hears me strike the board and say

That she is under ban

Of all good men and women,

Being mentioned with a man

That has the worst of all bad names;

And thereupon replies

That his hair is beautiful,

Cold as the March wind his eyes.

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

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