ROSES MAY FADE, AND CHOCOLATES DISAPPEAR

Roses may fade, and chocolates disappear,
But love like ours, my dear, will always be here.
A bond that grows, with laughter and with tears,
Through passing seasons, spanning many years.

Your smile, a sunrise, warm and bright and true,
Your eyes, deep pools, reflecting skies of blue.
In every touch, a whispered tale unfolds,
More precious than all diamonds, more than gold.

This Valentine's, no need for grand display,
Just hand in hand, we'll walk along the way.
For in your heart, my forever home I've found,
And love like ours, on love's own ground