In valentine
Everything will be fine
In a month time
Because my only crime
Is thinking we can intertwine
I like the way you wine
Under a pine
As we dine
Drinking wine
With a taste like brine
As we stay in a swine
Shivers running down my spine
The type felt when dealing with sine
Then I continued saying
Is it thine
This tide
Of lime
In the mist of this tine
As I feel that you are a nine days wonder
And my prime
Even if I have no dime
You never cross the line
Just so refined
And always shine
I will make you mine
And please don't deny
My reply
And turn it into a twine
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