My Everyday Valentine Poem by Adams King

If love is to be defined so sweetly
Without speaking of it less or more
With a perfect touch so exactly
To present it soft, tender and pure

I would say love that gentle touch
From a body as soft as yours
Its but your angelic midnight voice
Heavely song with soprano chorus

I will say love is that spark in your eyes
That lit up my most stygian night
For you've been my most sweetest wine
My Queen, My everyday valentine