Sweet Valentine,

Sweet Valentine,
Your joy your pain are mine.

You say what I feel
Our fiction is real

I know what you think
Me the paper you the ink

My why makes you sad
Your fears make me cry

Your smile seeds my soul
Your details explain the whole

My signs make you hope
Both are we afraid of down spiral slope

My hope has no name
Not wanting back from where I came

Your joy your pain are mine,
Sweet Valentine