A Young Man's Tale of his Valentine

Once there was but a lonely girl,
Walking alongside the river’s end.
There she sat, until the water did whirl,
And she then did comprehend.

The boy from yonder where she walked
Always wondered but never neared.
In the shadows he would stalk
Until he could approach the opposite pool here.

Silence consuming was always their conversation.
Until one cold winter’s day, she did say,
“Quiet boy, do speak, and tell me of your relation.
For if you mean well, do not keep me at bay.”

He stuttered and fumbled for a while
Until she did stand with a threatening abandon.
Quickly he shuffled, closer and closer, for almost a mile.
The door did come, and she had set with the sun.

Waiting and waiting upon the front step,
He sat hoping and praying that his life would start.
The day of love did approach with much glee, but he wept,
For he would have had a broken heart.

The little girl came forth and asked,
“Why do you cry? Do not stain your face.
There are better things in life, which the sun, for you, will bask.”
He wiped his cheeks and made with much haste.

“Why did you leave? I waited for your presence.”
Angered, she replied, “Why did you not speak?”
Embarrassed was he, but continued, frightened by her menace.

“I walked along that path every day.
Everybody, I do see, but my attention, they never pay.”

“Then you noticed, and entranced I followed,
And every hour since then was never hollow.”

“I meant to ask long ago, but now I will:
From this minute on, my heart and thoughts, please won’t you fill?”

The girl was flushed but with a single nod,
As privileged as she, she was made his new god.

Together, hand in hand, forever onward their promise was kept,
Happiness and pain alike were shared, but a new level of love had been met.

So now I have a question for you:
Won’t you be my valentine, too?