My Bloody Valentine

The night I met you, I was deeply afraid, terrified, my nerves were badly frayed. I pulled you from the party crowd. My confidence, you allowed. I cried to you. I wasn't proud. We both had too much wine, my bloody valentine. I knew that your feelings were sincere. Soon, you would always be near. Your gentle understanding showed. To your charms, you gave the code. Your love, to me, bestowed, I gobbled it like a swine, my bloody valentine. Thinking too much of myself, I was. What I could offer you wasn't love. It was a deplorable crime, I can't wash off this guilty grime. I should be doing time, burning in a hellish brine, my bloody valentine. I'm haunted every Valentine's Day, a lifetime sentence I have to pay. There is every reason for your hate. It's less than forgiveness I await. Take my conscience off your dinner plate, as your ghost does me, malign, my bloody valentine.