My Valentine

With red rose in a hand,
I ask thee on one knee,
Raising a toast of wine,
Will you be my Valentine?

Perfumes so odour sweet,
Pray O heavenly beauty say,
I am at service of thine,
Will you be my Valentine?

Ground that treaded thee,
I collect as a souvenir,
Sweep it with broom so fine,
Will you be my Valentine?

I look at you fixated,
From mornings bright,
Till night strucks nine,
Will you be my Valentine?

Will be there for you always,
Won’t buzz off now and then,
Persistent like flu of swine,
Will you be my Valentine?

Hope to grow old with you,
Wrinkle for a wrinkle come,
And look like a fruit of pine,
Will you be my Valentine?

Himalayas high, Forest deep,
Searched love me everywhere,
You answer to prayer of mine,
Will you be my Valentine?