Two hearts can become as one,
When the arrow from Cupid's bow,
Links the love that Saint Valentine grows,
This is the time when the sun begins to shine,
And one can see that all will be just fine,
February is a month of pleasure.

The ice no longer feels the need to freeze,
But rains down its drops of glee,
And through the storm and wind and pain,
One knows that love will be seen again,
Never fear entering February,
January is just another memory,
Kiss the past but hold onto the future.