It’s 30minutes past nine
I’m lonely just with my pen
It feels like I have lost all love but not my bottle of wine
Looking for the clues just that sign
Searching for a lady and the one next in line

Not someone I can take to a church but one I can take to a shrine
Some Juliet someone I can call all mine
A love so divine

I swear I have not a dime
Just a heart and a whole lot of time
A love genius I need , one to unravel the mysteries of my heart
I mean I need a female Einstein
Where is my missing half, my back bone,my breathing spine

A perfect imperfection
A wrongful right just combine
One to love whether rain or shine
In one’s arms I can loose all my senses and still be fine
Not one who in a short run would leave me with the message “I resign”
Tear my heart into pieces and  make my little joy decline

I need a Valentine
Who is gonna clean the stain of hurt
With some sweet kisses
What I call a love turpentine
So the question is who is gonna be my Valentine
Yes Who is gonna be my Valentine?