See the skies sublime; Behold!
The cloudless, dark depths of night:
Studded by stars shining
With a bright, brilliant light.

The firmament, a fathomless abyss,
Modestly mirrors your innocent eyes;
Which beyond composure and consideration conceals
A conscience, made lowly wise.

In a blink, breaks the dawn;
Revealing the rich radiance of your skin.
Your cheeks so fair, does the color scare;
Which flees the faint flush of blood blossoming.

Your pale, wet lips, hennaed hair
And body, beautiful and lithe, does lure
Many a men, and in their bosoms
Desire does inspire and despair does stir.

More than my life, do I love you so:
For seen I no lady, more fair or fine;
And on my knees, do I beg of you,
‘Will you be my Valentine?’