Just any man could send me candy--yes,
But not the kind you sent--in pale blue case
To look like softest summer sky, I guess,
With silken flowers set on creamy lace.
The whole shaped like a heart that on its face
At first a bow of golden ribbon bore
Until I snapped the cord that held its place,
Disclosed the contents, chocolate creams galore,
Your little card--how could I ask for more?
(My first attempt at a Spenserian stanza. Never again!)