Your beauty would, one thinks, begin to fade
Sometime between the present and the shade
But such has not become the case
And, so, I draw enjoyment from that face
As much today as ever in the past
Most men are thankful if their love should last
But I’m most fortunate because mine grows
Unlike the brief, sweet beauty of the rose
There is permanence to you, my dear
Who are more precious, Valentine, with each year
You are my Valentine, my dear
My Valentine
More precious with each year
Music and lyrics by Steve Allen and Jimmy Dunne
