This is dumb, but I made it so whatever!

She became like the tombstone
And I, the cradling soul
Her fist a curse to the heavens
As the world hath spun below
They say its never possible
For me to hold such hands
A beauty bound by tempered lace
But crumbles like the sand,

When ere such warmth is brought to thee
They’ve yet to understand.

She dances like the silhouette
Of many a dreams to come
And I, the vines along the wall
Hath blinded like the sun
Her words, her ever crimson lips
Shall lightly part with fear
Take heed, I mean harm
Just this whisper to your ear:

When ere such love is brought to thee
Then none shall mock it here.

She is the lovely rose
Amongst the thicket called her past
A ship set sailed so long ago
And her, cast on the land
A lonesome face she fell upon
She dare not show her eyes
The eyes I wish to kiss so soft
Of when they start to cry,

And love, I wish so much of us
For it’s us, thou shan’t deny.
So be as it may, amongst this day,
My only valentine.