Unto you I give this red rose,
it is for you that this poem I compose.
Delicate petals, a sweet smell, occasional thorn,
Consider it a valentine from a heart torn.
You possess a heart, that is beautifully pure,
One night alone with you, I must procure.
Freely giving me the things that I need,
Know that to you I will forever concede.
If you ever find you are in need, just ask,
I will do my best for you to complete any task.
Your heart is as pure as a snow white dove,
With you (name), I have fallen in love.
