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.
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 8:44 AM UTC
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.
Cheesy? Definitely.
But I wrote this for my girlfriend on valentines day, so what do you expect?
I was only able to see her the day after valentines day hence the 'although it may come a day late' line.
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