His Secret Valentine
He plays at night in city streets
in neon skylit hope,
and follows 'hind a night time lass,
a gal in need of soap.
His heart beats hard with ev'ry step
of swishing baggy pants;
he peers through shadows off East Vine
to watch her moonlight dance.
She twirls and spins between each can;
she dines on lower Vine...
he rushes in to promenade
his secret Valentine.
They dance the Rumba 'neath the moon
with squeals of pure "delights";
beauty's in beholding eyes
for vagrant socialites.
in neon skylit hope,
and follows 'hind a night time lass,
a gal in need of soap.
His heart beats hard with ev'ry step
of swishing baggy pants;
he peers through shadows off East Vine
to watch her moonlight dance.
She twirls and spins between each can;
she dines on lower Vine...
he rushes in to promenade
his secret Valentine.
They dance the Rumba 'neath the moon
with squeals of pure "delights";
beauty's in beholding eyes
for vagrant socialites.
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