When I saw you through these eyes of mine
They met not those that were tired or pined
But really, of beauty divine.
The day's end came, we had to part
Our fingers parted tips, but our hearts did not
Then again, have they ever?
You may not think you have the softest touch
But I'll tell you now, I don't think as such.
And I'm probably the one who doesn't look like much
Still, I'm yours.
Sure, they say the times are tough
They probably haven't seen it get really rough
But I'm sure having you beside me's quite enough
'Cos I'm yours.
As for your scars, the job is mine;
I'll be healing them all as they come in time
From here forthwith, everything'll be fine.
You know why?
'Cos I'm yours.
Best. Valentine's. Day. EVER.
Well, so far, of course. =P
And, I'm glad you liked the presents.

