A shade the simple scent of rose,
A hint of blushing pink.
A smile for which my words compose,
And eyes in which I cannot think.

A silent promise made between,
A thought that goes unspoken.
A glance of you can make me dream,
Although my eyes are open.

A day for which we celebrate,
And one that I call mine.
Although it may come a day late,
You are
My valentine.