Sweet Valentine,
Rommayne, my dear.
To you fond wishes,
most sincere.
I hope you had
a happy day.
Of course you did !!
How could one say
a sweet and charming
lass like you
could not enhance,
augment, imbue,
any time,
or place, or scene,
with an atmosphere
serene.
This is true,
for once or twice
our paths have crossed;
reflections...nice.
Memories
of gentle grace.
An inner calm.
A pretty face.
A certain naughtiness
as well...
My lips are sealed.
I dare not tell.
These memories
I hold most dear.
They offer up
a certain cheer
within one's soul,
when things look bleak;
when joyous thoughts
are what we seek.
If memories
were classed like gems.
Where rarity
and beauty stems
from the preciousness
perceived,
and the inner
joy received,
it comes as no
surprise Rommayne
is the Diamond.
In name,
and in class,
and style, and such.
A precious gem
we like so much.
A flawless jewel.
So bright, so clear.
Sweet Valentine.
Rommayne...most dear.