Flowers wither, petals blossom
Birds sing, Phones ring
People hug, Kisses meet
Hearts fly so far into the sky,
Roses are the order of the day,
Truly yours letters say.
Presents given, presents received,
Some lie, Others the truth,
Pen meets paper, love letters are written,
Some to shy to say will you be my Valentine?
Knees to the ground they fall.
Five words rule the day "will you be my Valentine?"
Von Bwambale Victor,
und Kikonyoggo Douglas

