Her mere glance was enough to stone my heart
Tomato red blush was an appetizer
My feet refused to lift me up
Nerves were throbbing faster
I found myself hypnotized
Her dark magic turned me from an atheist to a believer
My fingers were crossed for the first time
Her fragrance made me forget my own lines
If it were possible, I would have described my every emotion
But words didn’t escape my lips
All I could do was to kneel before her
And extend a heart made from my fingers and thumb
When I finally looked into her eyes
They were already moist with happiness
‘Will you be my Valentine?’ I whispered into her ear at last.
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