They call it St. Valentine’s Day,
When we men are supposed to say,
What makes us feel this way.
Is it the roses that you are looking for,
Making the challenge pretty tough,
A simple kiss doesn’t seem enough,
We know you always expect far more.
But do we need the calendar to tell,
What we should never forget,
A friendly reminder to ring a bell,
Can we risk to leave someone upset.
That we always want to feel well?
It doesn't matter how many breaths we take,
The moments that take our breath away,
In our imagination it does forever stay,
The memory will keep the spirit awake.
True love will be able to always confess,
Our deep desire to wish nothing less,
Than well deserved happiness!
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