If you want me for your wife, Send me back this bow of white.
If of me you sometimes think, Send me back this bow of pink.
If for me your love is true, Send me back this bow of blue.
If you are some other girl's fellow, Send me back this bow of yellow.
If of me you sometimes dream, Send me back this bow of green.
If you are waiting for me to propose, Send me back this bow of rose.
If for me there is no hope/ Send me back this bow of helitrope.
If you think I'm a dandy/ Send me back a box of candy.
"Here's to the red and rudy wine/ I'll be your's if you'll be mine/
if you'll be contended and true/ I'll leave my happy home for you."
If the writer's name you can't guess/ Send it back to the girl you love best.
"Leap Year Girl"
Through a circuitous route, a piece of typing paper, delicate and yellowing, has made its way into our hands at The State You're In desk. Dated "Leap Year, 1912," it's decorated with bows of colored ribbon, now faded, carefully hand-stitched to the page with white thread, an imperfectly typed statement of perfect emotion.
We don't know who Leap Year Girl was, or her beloved, but with all the bows still attached and the word "candy" circled, we can guess how the story ends. More Here's looking at you, kid, less You had me at hello. A century ago, a girl couldn't *wink* at a man, or Friend him; she couldn't in-box a guy or shoot him a text to arrange a hookup later. And forget about sexting — she couldn't even wear a dress that showed her ankles.
From Match.com to first-date selfies to live-tweeting our own weddings, courtship in 2014 is something Leap Year Girl wouldn't recognize. But some things will never change: Love finds a way.