WHAT DOES VALENTINE POEM ONION MEAN?

O my Luve is sort of a crimson, red rose That’s freshly sprung in June; O my Luve is much like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune. So truthful art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I;...When little birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when she moved, she moved more means than a person: The styles a vivid container can con