A Valentine Toast

Here’s to the King of an Empire, Who rules with an absolute sway! With never a fear that Pretenders Are scheming his kingdom away! His sceptre is only an arrow, His crown but a small, curvéd bow, Yet his subjects do yield such devotion As no other monarch can know. For the empire he rules with such power Is the world of Fond Lovers, and they Are pledging their faith and allegiance On this, their King’s own, sacred day. And so, with this host of true subjects, ’Tis fitting his praises we sing, And drink, in joy’s wine, the glad toast “To Cupid—Long live the King!”