We want to be close yet can't be together,
Our patience run thin as stretched out leather.
We don't know what to do; we don't know what to say,
Our feelings run as constant as night turns into day.
Two fates had conspired to keep us apart,
And it feels like I'm left with an artificial heart.
I want this void to be filled only by you,
And I have the feeling that you feel that way too.
Time goes by; the fates are pleased at their work.
With this time apart I'm going mad and berserk.
As time proceeds I can't help but move on,
My thoughts of you with me are foregone.
I've tried others but they work to no avail,
The feelings I have for you will always prevail.
For one of the fates just did not agree,
Our time together she would guarantee.
Then on the day I really hate the most,
I contacted you in response to your post.
I gathered the courage and grew my spine,
And simply asked "Would you be my valentine?"
Well to my surprise you replied with a yes,
And I choked and I sputtered and made a me