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.