To ask you to be my Valentine,

I'd have to talk to you,

Something that in all this time,

I've managed not to do.

 

I'd have to get past "Hi!" somehow,

To show you that I care,

But the right time is never now,

Especially when you're there.

 

It's as if a wall of fear,

Transparent yet profound,

Came hurtling up as you come near,

Cutting off all sound.

 

I fear I won't know what to say,

And strike you as a fool,

Or you'll be glad to get away,

Polite not to be cruel.

 

Easier to dream than act,

To hope than to find out,

So fearful of the force of fact

I wait in fear-filled doubt.

 

But now the day of love has come,

And I must cross it's line,

And so I ask you through this poem,

To be my Valentine.