No, I don’t buy love, others may try, Love,
No interest have I in being a merchant,
But when it’s you I’m exclusively thinking of
The heart-o-meter level’s indicating “urgent”

This talk of you going to the concert alone . . .
It truly violates a law of romance:
“Woman, thou shalt not run from his goodness”
Mistaken is your will to forfeit the chance

OK, it’s quite OK, uphold your comfort zone
The parameters of which you’ve self-imposed,
No lurking barbarian at the gate am I
But I sense the door’s not completely closed

I’m the poster boy for unexplained rejection
You’ve simply stepped into the queue,
Even Jordan didn’t make the sophomore selection
Woman, I’m determined to see it through

A Valentine comes, a Valentine goes
But is it really that simple?
See, there’s an inner voice in every woman
Is your heart enclosed in a fortified temple?

Lock him out ’til the clock’s timed out
Go ahead, let these eight days elapse,
I could ask another, but do I truly want the other?
It’s you I want there when the audience claps . . .

A validation of my many years of toil
Success means little with no one to share,
I wanted to recite new verse over dinner
But . . . : A man can’t make a woman care

Or can he? Only with allegiance to his God
He simply cannot be afraid to lose,
I’ve lost aplenty but up ahead there’s gain
And you can run away if you so choose

But in case you tire and chance a look back
My card lay there on the mahogany table,
An elegant red dress is my only request
A Valentine in real time, woman, this is no fable

I thank you for the consideration . . .
for granting my opportunity to say,
A Valentine comes, a Valentine goes
But forever is Pamper-Her-Friday.

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Pamper the woman . . . and forever live in her soul. -Rg2

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