A poor poem

Light in the night,
is my eye.
It leads my bike,
driving in the dark sky.

I start to pray,
because of the rain.
Pray your coming,
and pray our dating.

Your birthday I forget,
a situation I hate.
A song and a pet,
are out-of-date.

A poem I write,
is different.
A present with the heart,
is important.

Busy as I be,
Please forgive me.
Once the time we see,
Valentine’s Day will everyday be!