Her heart, a mystery, a velvet glove, Conceals the truth, of her tender love. For on this day, of saccharine sweet, She'll toy with hearts, and make them skip a beat.
Her eyes, like rubies, shine bright and bold, As she weaves a spell, young hearts to hold. With lips that curve, a wicked grin, She beckons lovers, to give in. valentine vixen sotwe
But beware, dear loves, of her wily ways, For beneath her charm, lies a cunning gaze. She'll play the game, of love and desire, Until the night, her passions conspire. Her heart, a mystery, a velvet glove, Conceals
In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A femme fatale stirs, on Valentine's Day. Her name is whispered, a sultry tone, A vixen, seductive, all her own. a velvet glove