My Valentine

The white rose sparkling,

In the morning rays of sun.

The red spreads around the sky,

As the sun cascades in the sky.

All these scenes that I admire,

Fails when I see her sleeping calmly.

Beauty so pure and serene,

That I feel like teen.

All the red roses seems to blossom in her cheeks,

As the sunrays dances on her bed sheet.

Every time I see her around me,

I realizes how lucky is “me”.