Would you please be my valentine?
Please just say yes and don't decline!
I promise I'd treat you diff'rently
From all your lover wannabe's!
And then morning would break;
Trumpets would sing triumphant.
Warriors would lay down their arms
And cheer for the battle they've won.
"Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten!"
"The referee is giving the signal... Yes! The match is over! After twelve rounds of intense boxing action, we have a winner by knock out!"
"Talk about a clincher, partner, that match went down the wire..."
Your touch, your grace, your beauty
I see through frosted window panes
Of winter, of sadness, as autumn fades
And white crystals settle in for the season.