14 February 2013
I haven't met your eyes yet, Suppose you could not see, I haven't seen your 'perfect' lips, How 'perfect' could they be?
I don't know what your hair's like, Red, or black, or brown, Or is it styled with sweeping bangs, To hide a clever frown?
I haven't seen your figure yet, Be slim, bulky or tall, I haven't heard your dulcet tones, How far (in love) will I fall?
I don't know what you dislike, What you fancy, what you preach, I don't know what you want to do, To run? Explore? To teach?
The fact is, I don't know you yet, Not sure I ever will, But hope's a jolly, happy thing, And I'll never get my fill.
Who Is My Valentine, Though? • Opuss № I