O my Luve is like a red, pink rose That’s freshly sprung in June; O my Luve is such as melody That’s sweetly performed in tune. So good art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I;... They say the written word is becoming a lost artwork form. https://tornadosocial.com/story4264577/rumored-buzz-on-emily-dickinson-valentine-poem