Will You...??

As I walk along a road I often tread,
past the rusty old cars.
The morning sun adorning the skies,
the silver clouds unbothering.
And the cool breeze carrying the birds' chirp.
Bring to my pen, a matter of the heart.

The treaded path longs for your playful feet,
The spring sunrise longs to bow to your beauty,
The birds and the breeze long for your song,
My darling, my heart longs for all this,
and even more.

It longs to spring wings and fly to you.
It longs to take refuge in your heart.
It longs, the most, to be loved by you.
Oh baby..!! Will you be my Valentine..??