i heard from a birdy
that it's the season of cupid
but for me it's so much more
than a bouquet of early spring
expensive chocolates in a pretty box
and fake paragraphs with lie's
i know you don't have money
even if you did have a few coins
no act of service could compare
to your lips so plush pink
your hands warmer than summer
emerald eyes like sparkly beams
so all I want this valentine's
is not gifts that'll leave you poor
but for cupid to aim at your heart
may I be the only star you see
in a solar system of constellations
