Happy Valentine's Day ~
                 ~ Emily Dickinson

The rose did caper on her cheek,
     Her bodice rose and fell,
Her pretty speech, like drunken men,
Did stagger pitiful.

Her fingers fumbled at her work, ~
Her needle would not go ;
What ailed so smart a little maid
It puzzled me to know,

Till opposite I spied a cheek
That bore another rose ;
Just opposite, another speech
That like the drunkard goes ;

A vest that, like the bodice, danced
To the immortal tune, ~
Till those two trouble little clocks
Ticked softly into one.