My Valentine really did sweep me off my feet, rescue me and whisk me away to a faraway land
(He can pick me up and we moved from Melbourne to Perth... semantics baby, semantics)
My Valentine really is tall dark and handsome
My Valentine can cook!
My Valentine ALWAYS puts the seat down
My Valentine knows where we keep the vacuum cleaner, the iron and how to use them
My Valentine knows my shoe size as well as that of my brassier
My Valentine makes a perfect cup of tea
(and bakes the best Flourless Orange cake I've ever tasted)
My Valentine can sing and play guitar (swoon)
My Valentine thinks nothing of waking up in the middle of the night and going to an all hours pharmacy for "ladies bits" and then considers grabbing a hot water bottle ... just in case ♥
My Valentine is the most devoted father I know (and we all know how attractive that is)
My Valentine is... MINE.
For you my love .....
.....to the moon and back baby