DETAILED NOTES ON VALENTINE POEMS FROM KID TO MOM

O my Luve is sort of a purple, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly performed in tune. So good artwork thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I;...Hall has long been put inside the Frostian custom from the plainspoken rural poet. His reliance on very simple, concrete diction and also the no-nonsens