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St. Valentine - what joyous lovers fest!

But grief!,-  my dear and sweet companion left,

A time when birds are busy in their nest,

My nest stands empty  and I stand bereft.



We had a bird house, - Stephen crafted it,

With his own hands, - a little Swiss Chalet,

And countless birds would come in search of seed,

But these are memories, so triste, so sad.



With industry and care he built the roof,

The walls, the floor, in Swiss and Austrian style,

So busily he worked with zeal and love,-

The laid the chalet‘s floor out with blue tile.



The bird house swung on our clothes line,-

They came in swarms, - the loveliest little birds,

They took their launching pad from an old pine,

Who seems so lifeless now,-    oh! how it hurts!. -



The dainty Swiss Chalet built by my love,

That brought to both us  delight and joy,

Is gone, -  no more, -  I brutally ripped off-

The art work of my darling Stephie boy.

No red breasts and no sparrows any more,

No picking seeds , nor tweets that gave delight,

My darling landed on another shore,-

In realms and in regions infinite.



The bird house is no more- - no more, - it’s gone,-

It’s getting spring, but withered seems our vine,

And I wake up to darkly--fingered-dawn,

To wish my friends a happy Valentine.



by: Elizabeth Dandy