Think every teen, there’s ever been,
Has feared this awkward day.
Valentines, would fill our minds,
Know not the words to say.
There is that girl, the classroom pearl,
That all the boys adore.
They dream a kiss, from pretty miss,
Behind the cloakroom door.
Tonight’s the dance, they’ll take their chance,
Each boy will try his thoughts.
Will she like mine, their best-laid line,
Their stomach turns in knots.
There’s no refute, that I look cute,
In my purple velvet dress.
They try so hard, to fill their card,
With words they hope impress.
My desk I wait, Anticipate,
With empty message box.
Does he like me, thinks nervously,
And flips my golden locks.
My cutest dress, but still I stress,
Then see’s him coming near.
Could this be, his notes for me,
Fights back a happy tear.
With frog in throat, he placed his note,
Accepts with all my grace.
I give a wink, his cheeks turn pink,
He raced back to his space.
My quick response, hand written fonts,
Each ” i ” capped with a heart.
Each written word, that I’ve inferred,
Rang out to him like art.
Was you I chose, then drew a rose,
Then lovingly I sign.
My heart you fill, accept I will,
And be your VALENTINE.
