Oh yes, I got that,
frequent pondering restort that.
I won't force you to be mine,
But, yes you are my Valentine.

You're struck still, ain't you?
But still you steal, didn't you?
Not my heart at all,
but my mind body and soul.

Got that,  you're not mine,
being selfless, I'm solitary fine.
Knitting the webs of despicable anticipation,
wanna put all these into an outline.
Oh yes, you are my Valentine.

What a sluttish of the time,
making me resummarise every penny.
I'm all yours but you are not mine.
Don't care, still you are my Valentine.