My Funny Valentine

Behold the way our fine feathered-friend
His virtue doth parade
Thou knowest not, my dim witted friend
The picture thou hast madeThy vacant brow and thy tousled hair
Conceal thy good intent
I am your noble upright, truthful, sincere
And slightly dopey gentAnd you are my funny valentine, sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable, unphotographable
Yet you're my favorite work of artIs your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little bit weak?
And when you open it to speak, are you smart?