Oh, my valentine here is a card to bring joy upon this world of your-please smile for me-I know life is sad, but let this valentine be my last.
Today and on let me count your valentine and only yours to the day-when this holiday is the final one in my life.
With the heart of a special person in my life I shall hold this valentine in my sack for good luck.
Oh, my valentine you are the red gladiolus flower that held the long sword-
shaped leaves that stab every valentine cards I held in my sack.
Not like this dead fern on the land that held the ashes of the valentine cards that weeps with the wind of solitude.
Therefore, I will let you be mine valentine my gladiolus-that slab my heart with every blade you held.
Oh, my valentine what make you so sharp like the non-rusty swords that stab every gallant man’s heart as they approach you.
Is it this holiday that make you smile or just that you are pretty every where on this world-even in the shallow seas.
No one knows why, but I say it is because valentine reveals your beauty like it’s a mirage seen only once every centuries.
So let valentine be a poof of your beauty that is a symbol of your ka in your soul that will walk on forever.
