 | [Poems by Kilmer in] Memories of my son Sergeant Joyce Kilmer |  |
23
1912
She has dainty silken gowns,
Purples, scarlets, blues and browns
She has flashing jeweled circlets to adorn her pretty hair.
She has ribbons, scarves and rings,
Vinaigrette and other things,
And to find a new gift for her drives a person to despair.
Purples, scarlets, blues and browns
She has flashing jeweled circlets to adorn her pretty hair.
She has ribbons, scarves and rings,
Vinaigrette and other things,
And to find a new gift for her drives a person to despair.
On Saint Valentine his day
I have made my eager way,
Through the rich and splendid counters of Dan Cupid's famous mart,
There was no gift I could buy
So I guess I'll have to try
To content her with a simple thing—it's nothing but my heart.
I have made my eager way,
Through the rich and splendid counters of Dan Cupid's famous mart,
There was no gift I could buy
So I guess I'll have to try
To content her with a simple thing—it's nothing but my heart.
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