I wish you were my Valentine Though I may not be yours, And I may, in my ignorance, Be speaking to closed doors. I have no inkling of your heart, No hint what you might say; But when I think of you the sun Will just not go away.
I wish you were my Valentine Though I may not be yours, And I may, in my ignorance, Be speaking to closed doors. I have no inkling of your heart, No hint what you might say; But when I think of you the sun Will just not go away.