Motion will slow down when love calls to town.
Hairs will stand on the back of your neck.
The world will melt away the irrelevant, leaving only certainty standing.
Roses will scent the air, not stand in a vase proclaiming love.
You will be the only two in the room and sparks will always be ready to fly.
Love will appear like a first time buyer for the house of your heart.
Nothing will ever cost too much as the feeling will be priceless.
Everyday, not just one, will be Valentines Day.
Dedicated to the man who owns my heart, Éamonn.
Love you. Xxx