Sweet Love And I Had Oft Communed; We Were, Indeed, Great Friends, And Oft I Sought His Office, Near Where Courtship Alley Ends. I Used To Sit With Him, And Smoke, And Talk Of Your Blue Eyes, And Argue How I Best Might Act To Make Your Heart My Prize. He Always Seemed To Have Much Time To Hear Me Tell My Joy, So That I Came To Deem Him But An Idle, Lazy Boy. But On St. Valentine His Day, I Found Him Hard At Work, As If He Had A Mighty Task And Did Not Dare To Shirk; And O'Er His Head There Hung A Card That Made Me Haste Away; It Bore These Words, Please Make It Short. This Is My Busy Day! And So, Sweet Maiden; If I Send No Valentine, You See The Reason Here; Love Could Not Waste His Precious Time On Me!