VALENTINE YET TO END
am coming home
then show you how valentines is celebrated
let's do it in a unique way
that no man can understand
let's do it without roses
and without red attires.
Let's do it at no pain of this scorching sun
but under the light of beautiful night stars
lets whisper in unheard voices
and tell the untold.
Lets use our tongues
and let our hands talk
let our body produce the heat
and let our sound bring the mood.
Yes, let's make a love cake
and sweet wine from our saliva.
Let everybody know
that our valentines comes everyday
let them feel how sweet it is.
This is what I call valentines.
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