The nerves make me queasy
What will she think?
Only one simple question
How shall I ask it?

There are so many ways it has been said
Through cards
Through notes
Through words said by a person

I need to be different
But I'm scared
She wont like it
I hate this time; this day

I need a special someone
Someone to call my dear
A person to fill this hole
A hole in my heart that I must fear

Well Time has come
To face my fear
This is it
No more running; or hiding

Will you be my Valentine?

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