IT’S NOT A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE
It’s not a bunch of roses
It’s not a box of chocolates
Or what anyone supposes
I guess that it’s a feeling
I can sense and can’t describe it
That hits me when our gazes meet
And instantly revives it
My chest gets tight, my knees get weak
I’m showing all the signs
I ask you once again my love
To be my Valentine

Thoughts? jeffburkhart@primetimerhymes.com

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