Faire Valentine, since once your welcome hand
Did cull mee out wrapt in a paper band,
Vouchsafe the same hand still, to shew thereby
That Fortune did your will no injury:
What though a knife I give, your beauty's charme
Will keepe the edge from doing any harme:
Wool deads the sternest blade; and will not such
A weake edge turne, meeting a softer touch?
To A Valentine
William Strode
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Poem topics: beauty, knife, touch, paper, fortune, valentine, edge, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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