Praveen Kumar 
In the hush of twilight's tender glow, A question blooms, soft and slow. Under stars that write love's decree, I find the courage to ask, "Will you be with me?"
Through the dance of leaves, in the whispering wind, My heart's silent question, on you, it's pinned. In this moment, where dreams might align, I wonder, dare I ask, "Be my Valentine?"
In the melody of our shared laughter and time, A bond has grown, pure and sublime. With every heartbeat, with every sign, I long to know, "Will you be my Valentine?"
So here, beneath the vast, embracing sky, With a hopeful heart, and a breath-held sigh, I offer you my hand, our fingers entwine, Waiting for your words, "Yes, I'll be your Valentine."
