Real Valentine Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am in my last leg
With nothing more to beg
Except swim in sweet memory
With all that I have in armory

Rose was my best weapon
That flower always won
Love for when needed
The real fragrance was honestly traded

Eye lids got widened
When the approach was softened
She was just before my presence
I truly felt love's presence

No doubt, she has remained my strength
I feel her at each intake of breathe
She does not desert me but provide means
To regain confidence and win

Such love she has given
So she is always my valentine
I call her fine and divine
With all that special words to define

I shall close eyes
With no more stress and try
She shall be standing with broad smile
I shall bid her when real time approaches meanwhile