I have been MIA due to working on my Lollishop. Dale at Sea Dream Studio is working on a banner for me while I craft away on products to sell but I just had to post a poem that I found in an 1800's book of poetry that I have.
Wouldn't You by Lydia F. Hinman
He told me my face was the fairest
and purest he had ever known.
The bobolink ended my singing,
The nightingale mimicked its tone:
My dimples they quarreled with cherries
Just under eyes tender and blue,
My tresses they angered the sunbeam-
I half disbelieved, wouldn't you?
He told me my fingers were dainty,
My lips only modeled to kiss,
and "Would I give one of the sweetest
for such a poor bauble as this?"
Maybe I should not have done it,
but he looked so pleading and true,
The ring was so pretty-I took it,
and gave him the kiss, wouldn't you?
He told me there was a dear cottage
Just down near the rocks by the sea,
There sweet roses nodded a welcome,
and mocking birds waited for me.
With himself, of course, for the master-
'Twas made plenty large for us two;
I forget what I said, but I'm thinking
I kissed him again, wouldn't you?
It really sets the mood for Valentines Day I thought and for whatever reason the "girl" in the poem reminded me of Corey, I'll drop her a line to let her know. Be back soon with lots of goodies in the shop!