When I see you from across a crowded room my heart skips a beat when I get nearer to the place where I think you might be my heart starts to thump – will you be there? Will you be there? Will you be there? And then as if by a miracle, the clouds part and the sun pours out from behind a curtain of grey and suddenly you are there… my throat goes dry, my legs turn to jelly and even now as I write this my hands begin to tremble at merely the memory. I think you have a nice smile. I think you look kind. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts. Would you? Could you? Be my Valentine?
-courtesy of misterrob