Valentine
I only need my pen and paper,
For it will not be a Valentine for me,
The words, the syllables, I will not forget,
Come birds, you who make the sweetest sound,
Present your thoughts, your feelings and what you see in words,
Only some music for my valentine,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid slow,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
There's a magic made by melody,
Yes, that's my valentine.
de brainchild