It's a day for the loversCan't relate,It's a day for smiles,Can't relate,It's a day for tears,Can't relate,It's a day for loneliness,Can't relate.Though I walk through the darkest valley,I will need no one.While I smile, my mind reassures me,I will fear no love,I'm not lonely,I'm alone.But I'm holyBy my own.
Cup my face with your rough,callused hands,place your lips on my forehead,tell me it's all gonna be alright.Hold me in your armsuntil the end of forever.
When I behold a forest spreadWith silken trees upon thy head;And when I see that other dressOf flowers set in comeliness;When I behold another graceIn the ascent of curious lace,Which, like a pinnacle, doth shewThe top, and the top-gallant too;Then, when I see thy tresses boundInto an oval, square, or round,And knit in knots far more than I.Can tell by tongue, or True-love tie;Next, when those lawny films I seePlay with a wild civility;And all those airy silks to flow,
Sweet serene sky-like flower,Haste to adorn her bower;From thy long cloudy bedShoot forth thy damask head!New-startled blush of Flora,The grief of pale Aurora,Who will contest no more,Haste, haste to strew her floor!Vermilion ball that's givenFrom lip to lip in heaven,Love's couch's coverlet,Haste, haste to make her bed!Dear offspring of pleased VenusAnd jolly plump Silenus,Haste, haste to deck the hairOf the only sweetly fair!