Why do you enslave me so?
Your collections are invincible, but I'm sure you know.
With your purses, bracelets and dresses galore-
You fill my blog with Couture and more.
I'm a prisoner to my thoughts when I think of you-
I don't want to be be free though-
Yes indeed, it's true!
From velour to neoprene to the charms and the fragrance-
You fill my wishlist with your stylish acquaintance.
The buckles and zippers of heels can't compare-
To the logo on the box that is always there.
The handbags are a dream, just truly amazing-
The unlimited accessories always keeping praising.
I'm perfectly okay with being your slave-
You're what I need and desire, like a man needs to shave.
So okay, I'm wrapped around your manicured finger,
Always, dear style, your essence, will linger.
You are infinite, forever, determined, and nocturnal-
Because fashions will fade but you, are eternal.
I love you style! This is my Valentine to you. Ta-da! What do you think? What's your "ode to style"? Who's your special valentine? Comment it out!