I Only Want Valentine

I only want to be a poet
when I’m writing  you a poem
I only want to be a lover
when I’m in your arms
I only want to have a hair-line
when I’m combing my dome
I only want to be a gardener
when I’m kneeling on the ground
I only want to be a sky-line
when the city’s in my bones
I only want to see the future
when I’m living there alone
I only want to know you’re well
when I’m sleeping like a stone