Alas, the hours fast diminish
Towards the time when I must finish
Something that is Valentinish.
All I've written seems so minor.
Wish I could write something finer
Like a proper Valentiner.
But, as I have often hinted,
Every day our love's new-minted.
Today will be Valentinted.
Still, mere words seem most confining.
Rather, I'd be wining, dining,
Loving, for my Valentining.
May all good fortune on us shine,
And I be yours, and you be mine,
Together be one Valentine.