Sweeter Than Any Valentine

SWEETER THAN ANY VALENTINE

Oh my love February’s cold enough Let’s kiss and make up, come-hither
Take off the gloves, I'll release the doves
Tell cupid to load up his quiver

There’s no sin in being a little broken
Our poem is better off without the rhyme
Forgiven is the state of grace we leave in
Sweeter than any valentine

Let’s confess we’re a work in progress
Always hitting our thumb with a hammer
The awkwardness of sweeping up the mess
What the hell, we clean up well, there is laughter

CHORUS

We’ve been blessed with a gift of golden trust It is our covenant forever
Your hand in mine till the end of time
When you squeeze it that way I surrender

CHORUS


Oh my love I’ll release the doves
Tell cupid to load up his quiver