Love has such
A spring in its walk
And gentle ways
It can talk
The expression in its eye
Fleeting as it would shy
The dignity and poise
The sweet nothings
Whispered in its voice
From far and near
Making sure it got every ear
Flavour of a kind
Stroking the lips of time
One can spot it from a mile
Buried in an innocent smile
Its gentle rumbling sound
Longing forever to be around
Its skillful art
Flooding recesses of the heart
Yearning to impress
Rapt in the flare of its dress
A bouquet of roses
A bottle of wine
A little twist of fate
Covered with dark chocolate
With the mercy of the Gods
And a favour of few odds
It could all end up fine
For a perfect valentine