Monsieur Big Bang’s Long Lost Poem

For some reason, all my imaginings of a "monsieur" look like this…a painting of Louis Pascal.

Anyway, after we moved, Monsieur Big Bang dug through some of his old boxes and came upon a poem in his oeuvre, this little gem he sent to some Overland Park-area newspaper in Kansas when he was a little kid. According to the clipping, he was living at 8489 Farley.

Here is the poem in its entirety:

To my Valentine for a start.
To my Valentine with all my heart.
To my Valentine I love you so.
To my Valentine you're not my foe.
To my Valentine I wish you were mine.
To my love please be my Valentine.

He said, based upon the address, he was in fourth grade, age nine. Isn't that cute?