I bring you this bouquet, my dear, I place it in your hand. I think you’re A-okay, my dear. I think you’re really grand. You’re swell, just peachy keen, my dear, And adjectives like that. I tell you what I mean, my dear: You really knock me flat. If I were to describe your kiss, I’d say “like vintage wine.” Which brings me to the point of this: Please be my valentine.