Another day, another year through the passage of time,
Another day, another year still wanting for you to be mine,
But in my heart and in my soul as time goes whizzing by,
I’ll be addicted to you all my life till the day I die.
So I send these gifts from my heart to the one I need,
And hope there’re not rejected by the one I love to feed,
Then taste these ribs that I send and become addicted to,
And every time you taste them you’ll be affected to.
You’ll love the ribs the noodles to,
The taste will always stay with you,
Then all through the passage of time,
You’ll be my spare rib VALENTINE.
IS THIS HOT ENOUGH
p.s. women were made from a spare rib (Genesis)