Be My Valentine
As if the planets were about to align
As if someone planted a great big sign
There is something I must consign
There is something I must resign
It is the hair that flows along your neckline
It is the curves of your waistline
Everything is so divine
I can not refine
Your lips I must headline
Are as sweet as a fine wine
Now one last thing I must incline
Is would you be my valentine
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