Roses are red, violets are blue: 'til God strikes me dead, even thence, I'll love you. For my Love is no casual fling, it throbs and thrives, a-flowering, a prayer in the dark of night, a gust of air 'neath birds in flight. My Love doth sing in hushed tones, in tender words it soothes my bones, it calls to you, in sweetest praise, it rises with your morning gaze. My Love flees not the growling seas, it stays, it braves, my Love and me. Undaunted by Life's rough travails, My Love, amidst it all, prevails. So when they praise the reddest Rose, and when they mark the Violet blue - The angels themselves will propose That Our Love be forever True.
Happy Valentine’s Day to my one True Love <3