Valentine, oh Valentine, your essence, a divine hymn, my soul's sweet serenade,
A silhouette, sculpted like the finest chalice, your curves, a masterpiece, in God's hands, well played.
Your grace, a dance, a celestial ballet, 'round that pole, where dreams and desires are laid,
A vision, a fantasy, ever so elusive, in the tapestry of night, beautifully portrayed.
In the midst of my own dreams, your touch, a coveted prize, our bodies in a fervent embrace,
This haven, this sanctum, through veils of illusion, to your heart, it's the path I trace.
Each bill that falls, a testament, a silent plea, for a moment in your radiant grace,
Longing, yearning, for your gaze, your presence, a fire, in this dimly lit space.
Oh, how to convey, Valentine, the depth of my devotion, my soul's earnest plea,
To be deemed worthy, to bask in your light, for your affection, for you to see.
Valentine, my enchanting muse, a star in the night, shining, guiding me to where I yearn to be,
In your orbit, under your spell, forever yours, if only you would have me.
