It's the perfect time,
with many cards filled with lovely Rhymes,
and with expectations in their hearts are set,
their thoughts do race, not at rest,
and today they dress to their best.
It's the perfect time,
to express something more than a rhyme,
It's more beautiful than a thought of a Dove,
For it's the time to express their love.
It's the perfect time,
the time for all and especially the teen,
For it is February the fourteen.
A rose above and a card beneath,
Many approach their dream girl with Grinding teeth.
It's the perfect time,
to realise their dream.
Many wait for this day,
not only the young but also the old, just to say,
'Will you be my Valentine'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem