Oh, Will You Be My Valentine
My heart skips beats when you appear.
I'm feeling flushed, and that's the sign
it's time to ask you while you're here,
Oh will you be my Valentine?
You quickly give a boyish grin
and study me with eyes that shine.
A tipsy turvy world I'm in!
Oh, will you be my Valentine?
I want my fingers in your hair,
my mouth upon those lips divine.
I long to touch that face so fair.
Oh, will you be my Valentine?
I sing my love with this small rhyme.
What must I do to make you mine?
And so I ask you one more time,
Oh, will you be my Valentine?
For Nayda Ivette Negron's Love is in the Air Poetry Contest
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