Love Poems by Minna Irving


I BOUGHT a gilt bonbonnière
With wide pink ribbon gay;
She thanked me for the dainty gift
In a most bewitching way.
I went in debt for violets,
She rapturously confessed,
She doted on the purple flowers,
And pinned them on her breast.

I pawned my watch to buy a fan,
She let me call her Grace
And kiss her in the dusky hall
Behind its spangled lace.
But when I brought a solitaire,
Her maiden vow to bind,
I found it, with a freezing look,
Disdainfully declined.


“YOUR missive calling me a flirt
Is just at hand,” she wrote;
“I send you back your letters, sir,
And post them with this note.
I’m sorry that I can’t return
Bonbons and flowers as well;
Consider we are strangers now.
Yours truly, Bessie Bell.”

“Perhaps I wronged the little maid—
She may be true as steel,”
He sighed, and took the package up
And broke the crimson seal.
But just imagine his remarks,
Oh, reader, if you can.
For all those burning billets-doux
Were from the other man!

Editors note: Minna (Odell) Irving (d. 1940) was a widely published poet. She presently resides in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in the Odell family plot.