You were made for big, red hearts
Trimmed with lace,
The flowery kind of Valentines
That the Victorians loved.
Oh, that uniform!
A holdover from
The last century.
Long row of gold buttons
And a high, stiff-necked
Collar, *so* Victorian.
Keeping in sensuality...
But I know better.
Red suits you.
You're a holdover from the
Last century yourself
With your manners, all proper
And perfect, and oh-so-polite,
A gentleman of grace
And style.
You were made to be courted
With moonlight 'n' roses,
A good Italian meal with
Candlelight, shining softly
On your hair
And in your eyes.
A chaste kiss
On the first date,
Holding hands with
A smile.
I've set the plan in motion
Finding the frilliest, frippiest
Card in Chicago.
You should be opening it
Right about now.
The phone rings
And I reach out to take it,
A smile on my face.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Benny."
(My soon-to-be lover.)
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