Into the room she majestically sailed
her beautiful lines a treat for the eye,
but many attempts to seduce her failed
apparently Eros’ quiver ran dry.

Without a word she cruised right up to me
locking her dark eyes intently on mine,
in a low voice, inviting and sultry
she uttered, “Won’t you be my valentine?“

We danced through the night on our little cloud
each moment together a dream come true
then suddenly she fades into the crowd
and I’m left alone, unsure what to do.

I wake up shaking, my pillow all wet,
a hallmark moment of lonely regret.