A love letter

He is writing a billet-doux

And stamped it on her door

She faces but only the mirror

With thoughts of him clamor

 

He looked at her lady

With so much of a beauty

She almost ran but hurry

Her heart was on an array

 

He tossed a coin and wonder

Why she can’t be fonder

She stopped by and ponder

Was the boy at her yonder   

 

When will they ever meet?

And their hands finally greet

A love letter seems to keep

Two feelings oh so deep

 

He followed her home

With prayers on his mind

She had arrived home

With a letter to find

 

He knew then what to do

For he had her on cue

She is reading his billet-doux

That was stamped at her door.

 

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