Dear Miss Habiba,
How convenient to be named a lover
How do you do my dear
Forgive distance, you own my warmth and care
In the beginning, they say begin
but I hold my protest within
How do I begin to utter audible words,
a feeling that conquered even kings and lords.
How do I beg my heart to willingly lend,
what my soul cannot possibly comprehend.
I search high and low so my pen may discover,
from eyes and lips of the loved and the lover.
With comfort it cuddles the cradle and grave,
in kindness it finds the coward and the brave.
In ’tis warmth life springs as summer reigns
Among ’tis profit we all have gains
In ’tis name we often sheath our knives
And in ’tis melody we find the tune of our lives
I could go on with telling you this tale
But ’tis one you are probably known to hail
As you were born on the feast of Lupercalia,
You became Cupids kin beyond ancient italia.
Even as love found origins from your kith
Even as all this sounds like an old myth
In an undenying atmosphere
where love is in the air
I write this to wish you love
and more than you can think of
While honors and pleasures all remain mine
I remain yours with love, your Valentine
Inspired by true love