This is my valentine; he is splendid:
I love his dimples. I want to smooch on them all day. Every day. For. Ever.
He is smart.
He goofs off with me and is, possibly, maybe, goofier than I am.
He loves me when I fail. Even if I get an F- by my own standards.
When he looks at me that way, I melt.
He is my safe place.
He is a hunk.
And I will treasure him forever.
I treasure you, Mr. The Hunk!