Will you be my Valentine,
I just see you from a distance
And think within,
Will she be my Valentine,
Just think I,
Dare not ask you,
With the rose into the hands
As to whom to give to?
But when find I not, I just keep
Viewing the red rose,
If not to give to anyone,
I think of offering
To a small girl
And if be that not,
To St.Valentine,
Placing it in his memory,
Move I away with no pain in the heart.
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