Valentine   42   Lines


Early Monday morning I wake up with anticipation,
As later on I will be in some participation,
And take places shes never been, and drink wine shes never tasted,
And relish that for once with a woman my time was spent and not wasted,

I have the roses, yes they are red, for red rings powerful and true,
They can turn the saddest frown upside down into joy that was once blue,
An unlike previous Valentines, I pulled all the stops out on this one,
I paid to get her hair, nails and toes done, and bought her a dress fit as my special someone,

I wear the clothing style that only some men can pull off, and few others that are exceptional still,
The rocker wear as they call it, but dressed to turn heads and kill,
All negative doubt and speculation,
And create a large female population,

To secretly admire me as I pass with my beautiful woman in tow,
And watch their eyes grow with envy as her beauty starts to glow,
And I cant tell you what she looks like, but i can say her hair flows,
Copper curls all the way around and wavy like an ocean rows,
Not sure if she is tall or short, but I know she has soft skin,
Radiant regardless of its color, it brings joy to me within,

And maybe her hands and toes are are done in red, or maybe they have the French tip to make me smile,
Meanwhile the night continues, and the plan unfolds all the while,
Yes we do dine, for dining I love, And love the romance it brings,
Perhaps if the mood is right and the pipes are aligned, I'll look into her eyes and sing,

The moon will be out to do his part for he too must aid in beauty,
He wants to be the one to say, "I was there when you did your duty",
And well go and roller skate across the park or maybe the beach,
Just for a little while mind you, we can play and who knows, maybe teach,

Hand in hand we walk and yes it is known, you can see in us cupid's hand,
Youd think we were glue bonded long ago so intuitive to understand,
And without notice while on the task to make that woman feel like no other,
I feel lips softer than the breeze of a gentle lover,
And they make their way to my lips and further down into my heart,
For she has at that point told me that she is happy to have chose me at the start,

And the moment continues on the beach, a bon fire by the ocean, marshmellows to accompany the hand,
With the ocean as our music and the bed we make, the sand,
Faces connected and touching, we look out into the sea,
With the fire keeping us warm, and each other to make happy.