In the quiet blush of February's air, A handsome silhouette, standing there, With eyes like stars that softly gleam, He walks in dreams, and I in them. His smile, a sunbeam on winter's freeze, Fills the lattice of heart's unease. With gentle words and tender hands, He holds the world, understands. Courage carves his noble brow, In truth and grace, he takes a vow. In every whispered, loving glance, He weaves the hope of new romance. A Valentine, not just in day or deed, In every moment, plants the seed Of everything I seek in man, serene; A love that's heard, yet often unseen.