Where is my Valentine?
Searching through every single person on the streets,
Looking precisely at every face to find him,
Time is almost over,
I’m giving up on my dream.
Searching through every village,
Calling that one number he has given me,
All it says is leave a message,
A tear that just leaks down my warm cheeks,
For me hearing is soft beautiful voice is more than enough,
A man I see from behind,
Handsome the way he looks,
The way he walks is very familiar to me,
Is it him?
The man I am searching for hours,
The man of my dreams,
I want to call out his name,
But not a sound,
Because I do not know his name,
I only know his handsome face.
I followed him some time now,
I stand there stoned thinking of running away,
It was a mistake,
I shouldn’t have,
He slowly says my name in a whisper
i just look down to my feet and let the tears just all come out.
He says: Be my Valentine?
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