A Valentine to Aleana

(a.k.a. Arlene Ring 1948)
by George Albert Leddy

When I have nothing else to do,
I sit around and dream of you.

Dream of the day, so long gone-bye;
When we, together, you and I.

Then Roy came 'round, and butted in.
Things ne're will be the same again.

Your love grown cold, my heart grown sad
Oh, Valentine, you drive me mad!

But don't despair, you pretty thing;
Someday, you'll probably get a Ring.

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