Your words and conversation make me feel at home.
These times are my treasure where I'm not alone.
When I come and stand before you, will I tremble and be unable to speak?
Will uncertainty take over and make me feel weak?
Although my mouth maybe silent, my eyes will tell what I'm feeling.
Look deeply and you'll see inside, outside, my inner being.
I do hope you like my poem, and I haven't crossed the line.
But as this day, is a day of romance. Be my Valentine?