Valentine
Every night I think of you,
How you look at me,
Then I wonder,
If you would ever want to speak to me,
You always look so happy,
Never, ever sad,
thats why i think of you.
as a really nice young lad
I’d like to say hello,
But I don’t get a chance,
Though, I always take advantage,
Of each and every glance,
When you look at me,
I feel the sparks go flying,
To give up with you,
My heart keeps on denying.
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