Valentine (Paul O’Brien)

 

The morning sun is sharp

Winter’s taken hold

Cards and ribbons wait

Where flowers are sold

 

Frost on gravel walks

Frozen dew on grass

I hear lovers talk

At every stone I pass

 

You’re more than a name in a book

Or smile lost in time

More than just a memory

Please be my Valentine

Please be my Valentine

 

I lay these roses down

And kneel upon the grass

I hear you whisper soft

“Let it pass, let it pass”

 

You tell me that our love

It can have no chance

But I know a dark café

Where we could dance

 

But I can hear your voice

I can feel your arms

What a strange affair

To fall for fallen charm

 

More than a name in a book

Or smile lost in time

More than just a memory

You are my Valentine

You are my Valentine