Scented Air

Rosy smell and scented air,

This time of the year, this time rare,

A week for us, from my heart,

Oh! this week is a work of art.

Art may be everywhere, art may be everything,

But there isn't better art, that makes me merrier sing,

Than that crafted from thoughts of you,

Thoughts of us, these roses two.

Oh! these roses I find everywhere,

But none prettier than what I see in you,

One little precious rose you are,

Whose scent that soothes me from miles apart.

These miles between us, the only thing between,

Just us connected, by merely a screen,

But I can feel us from so far away,

I can feel the love blooming today.

Love blooms every day, every week,

But this week is special, as I speak,

For we will stand the test of time,

This week, will you be my valentine?