Roses are red, violets are blue,
I’m definitely coming home with flowers, but first, a poem to you.
When we’re together it just feels so good,
Just sitting beside you can instantly change my mood.
I know I make fun of you probably every day,
But that’s just me sayin’ I love you…ok, maybe not in the best way.
I always complain about too little the sex,
And often I’ll pop up a question, comparing myself to your ex,
In the morning I run around you, singing weird songs,
Hoping that this behavior will help me get in your thongs!
I always ask about the size of my “stick”,
And you always have kind words…if you’re lying, please continue to do it!
You know how to lift me, even when I’m down,
I love that about you, as I love your red hair…or is it brown?
I like to look into your eyes, they express so much power,
No, I’m not even going to try to guess their colour.
This is not the first poem I’ve written…do you remember the one about the crane,
Or when we went to the doctor and I forgot your name?
I know I’m not perfect, but you make me want to be a better man,
Ok, we both know I stole that line from a movie…Damn!
I’m aware I piss you off a lot, but I’m going to try,
To change and behave…no, sorry, you and I can absolutely say that’s a lie!
Jokes aside, it’s been the best time of my life,
And probably the best decision I ever made was asking you to be my wife.
There’s not a day that passes by in which I’m not thankful that you’ve chosen me,
You and that little boy that calls us Mom and Dad make me as happy as can be!
So, I’ve written this poem in English and I really don’t know why,
But before I go, I gotta ask you: Will you be my Valentine?
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