Love doesn't need a specific day, all those who are lonely hear me out!
I am perfectly dreaming about the skies while looking at my dearly stout.
Intoxicated I stand yet so pure,
With no lies while fumbling I am too damn sure.
I'm looking at my hair in the mirror so long and sleek,
the night seems erotic while the weather is bleak.
I'm on my knees in front of the mirror as I'm promising that I'm gonna love myself genuinely.
As I'm running my fingertips down my waist, the moment seems heavenly.