If cliches are the language of love,
Sent from on high, from heaven above,
Then why oh why must they all be
So dumb, so silly and so cheesy!
You are the apple of my eye,
You make hearts sing and let pigs fly,
I'll buy you chocolates and flowers too,
'Coz what I feel is strange, but true!
You make my stomach go all aflutter,
Inside your arms I melt like butter,
With you I feel I could float like a feather,
Through wind and rain, whatever the weather.
Like a red red rose, my cheeks burn bright,
As I hold you through the darkest night.
My time with you is like a dream,
And nothing's what it first may seem.
But no matter what the cliches say,
I really like you anyway. :3
So screw cliches, and please be mine.
My dear cliched valentine.
