In a world of dorky Valentines, Where quirks and charms align, An American Baloo with eyes so dark, Adorned with the night's endless spark. He doesn't utter love's cliché, But in his gaze, an adoration stays, For the British fairy, light and wild, Whose hair like quills, unstyled and riled. A union of the odd, divine, Two souls in a serendipitous design, He softly holds her heart secure, In a love that's quiet, yet pure. In their mismatched, reverent flight, Their quirky bond defies black and white, For in this whimsical parade, Divine affection dances unafraid.