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I might eat you
I heard she has no Valentine, an oversight
But still unkind, with so much love and stars
To share. Where is the card to say he cares?
I heard she has no Valentine, and thus I seek
To offer mine, I cannot see a lady blush, for
Want of sincere words of love.
So thus I send my heart ahead, with news that
She has turned my head, turned my head, and
Caught my eye hence herewith my Valentine.
I heard she had no Valentine, my car's outside
Let's take a drive, some candlelight, a meal for
Two, and as for sweet - I might eat you.
© Joseph G Dawson