Will you be my Valentine?

My mind is a mystery to me but especially to you.

But your mind? It's an open book.   

You catch an attitude when someone touches your belongings.

You hide your emotions with a bad attitude when you've gotta problem. 

You think you're funny but sometimes I just laugh because of how outlandish your comment is. 

You drive like you have a fast and furious film crew on you when you're livid. 

You are a stickler about "outside clothes" on your bed. 

You smile when you're bluffing. 

You blast my favorite songs when I'm in a mood and it works every time.

You are the only person I know who hates the entire concept of birthdays.  

You put up with a lot of Michael Jackson and pretend it's not the best music you've ever heard. 

You talk to animals as if their human because you say you know they can hear you.  

You articulate yourself as a put-together punctual person but in reality, you're a mess. 

You hate when other people do your laundry and claim it's "personal". 

Your cheeks get flushed every time you open the window.

If your mind was a lockbox, I've got the key. 

I could draw up a blueprint on why you do what you do.

You could never do the same. 

So to answer your question, 

No, but, Happy Valentine's day.