That I'm not giving you a pretty picture in a marvellous frame.
Nor roses or a chocolate covered heart
No perfume or telephone card.
I know deep down inside my soul
That none of these things can make you whole.
None of these material things complete you.
You'd rather have our hearts compete
Racing against society's flow
Battling for just you and me
And completing us so.
Because we know
Just a bunch of flowers we've picked along the way
Should cover the expenses of Valentine's day
For love's true value, is measured by our actions and all the words we say.