In room 305, where whispers weave, A tapestry of dreams we dare to believe, My heart finds its rhythm, in secret embrace, A love so forbidden, yet impossible to replace. Nick, your laughter like a gentle breeze, Your eyes hold the world with effortless ease, In stolen glances, our stories unfold, Wrapped in whipped cream dreams, tender and bold. Your hair a midnight sky, soft and thick, I crave its touch, my heartbeats quick, In your lovely presence, handsome and smart, I feel the stirrings of something to start. Forbidden desire, yet my heart yearns, In secret corners, passion burns, Valentine, you’re my beautiful muse, In each breath, it's you I choose.