It's only you, my darling,
I'm waiting for tonight.
I'll turn the stereo on low
and make things just right.
Your favorite dinner's in the oven,
the wine is being chilled.
Then I'll fall into your arms
but not against my will.
I have loved you always,
your arms are my ideal.
That's why you're my Valentine,
and that's the way I feel.






Penned by
~ Susan L. Wiener ~
Spring Hill FL, USA
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