Last Valentine's Thrill

A story ‘bout a man, rising age but not his flame

Seeking one last thrill, to spice up his game

Eighty-seven years, with a fire still inside

Went to see the doc, with a flicker of pride

"Can you help me out?" he asked with a grin

"Need something to let me love again"

Doctor looked worried, said "It’s risky, you see"

"Could be too much, might not make it through the night"

But he said, "Let it be my last good night"

With his heart open wide and his love alive

Took the pill, feeling brave, ready for the ride

Tonight they’d dance, beneath the moonlight

Thirty minutes later, the world started to shake

Thought he’d seen a monster, in his own pants gave way

His wife just smiled, with a sparkle in her eye

Knew her man was back, ready to fly

Screaming at the heavens, a love that’s unbound

In the chaos of the night, a king was crowned

He said, "Let it be my last good night"

His love rekindled, reaching for the sky

Through pain and joy, they came alive

In that fiery night, they thrived

Memories of youth, never die

Love’s still a flame, burning high

Even in the twilight years, oh my

Passion’s echo in their sighs

He passed at dawn, with a smile so wide

A heart so full, love’s final ride

His greatest Valentine, now timeless in pride

In their story, forever they'll bide