So, here I sit, drink rhubarb wine <br />and dream about my Valentine. <br />She's in New York to see a wizard <br />the telly showed a great big blizzard. <br />Meanwhile the wine is warming me <br />and sets romantic feelings free. <br />I ponder why my heart still flutters, <br />my accent-laden voice, it stutters. <br />And goosebumps occupy my hide <br />when you are sleeping by my side. <br />Tonight, the bed caresses Freddy <br />the cuddly, brown Bavarian Teddy. <br />And me? I sit here with my wine <br />and wait for you, my Valentine.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flight-q-124/
