My Lovely Valentine,
I wish I could make a rhyme for you, my lovely valentine,
but my muse has flown away my inspiration spent
so what else can I say that I love you, my innocent.
Oh, how I wish and pray I was more eloquent
So I could write a verse for you every day,
and express my love in many a subtle way.
Ah, but it is but the curse of my dry academic mind
that I, ever immersed in numbers of every kind,
possess a speech stripped of verse
and superfluities, i.e., in two words:
But why should I say what I express much better
in another way: I am tucking my feathers,
prepared for the flight from this snowy weather
over the ocean into your sight
and in a single motion kiss you on the lips,
slip into your bed, turn off the light...
... What more needs to be said?