[Apologies to a Lover,
20th Century Version]
Why do you put up with me?
How do you endure me?
When you know well, of all my faults
You cannot hope to cure me?
Why do you endure me?
And why, for more than forty years,
Have I put up with you?
You irritate, exasperate,
And try me: yes, you do.
Yet, I put up with you.
Come, come! Let's not prevaricate:
The reasons you know fine!
We put up with each other
For the love that's yours and mine.
So, please, Love, be my Valentine!
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