Last Valentine, the day when birds of kind
Their paramours with mutual chirpings find,
I early rose just at the break of day,
Before the sun had chased the stars away:
A-field I went, amid the morning dew,
To milk my kine (for so should housewives do)
Thee first I spied - and the first swain we see,
In spite of Fortune shall our true love be
| # | Top 3 Valentine's Day |
|---|---|
| 1 | Valentine's Day - Quit Playing Games With My Heart |
| 2 | Valentine's Day - To My Valentine |
| 3 | Valentine's Day - A Man And A Maid |