Happy Valentine
I stole her heart, t\'was of an art, in time and shamelessly tuned,
Her repertoire a dangling, like leaves in breezes changing,
My quickened pulse anew.
Bring her chest of heavens crest, closer to mine eye,
As I kiss the mistress of her lips, tastefully like the driest of a rye.
As beating throbbing blood, on our senses here assault,
I only bring you closer, to my spirit wanting closure.
Of my beckoning wants and faults.
For you so tender, soft and faint,
No artist nor no lover could they paint,
Your picture still and beauty true.
As much my heart and soul loves you.