Oh, my valentine
You kissed my forehead
I walked in line
I shall not forget
That kiss of yours

In foreign lands
I am, of course
Subject to rants
And interrogations
About the nature of events
Surrounding the kiss
And I simply say
"Ask Rodin, not I!"
(How bravely I defy)

And every time they examine
My blessed forhead
I smile
For your kiss is mine