What are your plans for the coming fourteenth . . .
. . . may I kiss your hand in February?
It would be my honor to have the dance
I’m confident I will have no adversary

Men come and men go, the carousel
Your love is no place for nomads,
I dare to be your root, a bearer of fruit
Futile are the efforts of the other lads

Table delicacies by a symphonic sea
A quartet playing instruments to the wind,
A batch of once-only chocolates from Mrs. See:
Colombian cocoa and macadamia blend

Might there be a special request?
By all means, feel free to write it down,
Send to my inbox with your signature
Then close your eyes and hear the sound

My voice on speaker as I recite your name
Does it remind you of poetic verse?
Just wait ’til I sing you a serenade
There will be no need to rehearse

A thousand times I’ve sung and hummed
Your romance I’ve carried for days on end,
I remember the summer you cried my departure
The handwritten forget-me-nots you would send

You haven’t escaped me, nor I you
Once touched the soul is never the same,
When it finds its way the bottom of your heart
My romance is the source from whence love came

To stand and request your Valentine hand
I must say I exalt in such a noble task,
And what better moment than Pamper-Her-Friday
For you I’ve saved this most special ask:

Will you?

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The Art of Romance. -Rg2