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Oh sweet faerie come thee forth,
I spy thy wings behind the oak,
I catch a glimpse of dainty feet,
Oh come thee forth so we may speak.
Hide not from me I mean no harm,
'Twould be a treat, please take my arm,
Parade around the woods with me,
We'd be the talk neath every tree.
What scandal 'twixt the owls and elves,
Tu-whit tu-whoo amongst themselves,
What shock, what gossip, there would be,
If thou where walking out with me.
I pledge my heart and all I am,
If thou would come and take my hand,
Pray that thou wouldst consider me,
Your Valentine, your love to be.
© Joseph G Dawson