When I was a little girl, my absolute favorite book was called, "Yours Till Niagra Falls." It's a collection of autograph verses from 1950 and is just cute as could be. As serendipitous as life can be, I now own the very same book I used to always take out from our school's library. I'm also happy to see it's now one of Mary's favorite books.
So, for your viewing pleasure, I present to you my latest Valentine projects along with some little verses from the book.
In Central Park
There is a rock,
And on it says
There is a tree,
And on it's carved,
May your luck be like the capital of Ireland
May your life be like an old-fashioned gown - long and beautiful.
You love yourself, you think you're grand.
You go to the movies and hold your hand.
You put your arm around your waist,
And when you get fresh, you slap your face.
I'm not a Northern beauty,
I'm not a Southern rose.
I'm just a little schoolgirl
With freckles on my nose.
A kiss is a germ,
Or so it's been stated.
But kiss me quick,
True friends are like diamonds,
Precious but rare;
False friends like autumn leaves
Tell me quick
Before I faint,
Is we friends
Or is we ain't?
It was midnight on the back porch.
Two lips were tightly pressed.
The old man gave the signal,
And the bulldog did the rest.
Gold is pure
And so is pearl
But purest of all
Is an innocent girl.
Boys are like a box of snuff.
Get one whiff and that's enough.
Our eyes have met,
Our lips not yet,
But oh you kid,
I'll get you yet.
He is a fool who thinks by force or skill
To turn the current of a woman's will.
Don't make love by the garden gate.
Love is blind, but the neighbor's ain't!