Before I ask y'all, please understand

Before I ask y'all, please understand,

Even as I come from way down South,

My heart is more loquacious than my mouth,

Yearning like a wave for your smooth sand.

Very few down here will show their hand,

Aching like a riverbed for rain,

Lying like a platitude in pain,

Each chili inside, outside baked beans bland.

Now here down South it ain't right to demand

The things you're dying for, but you real fine,

In a voice polite as preachers set to dine,

Nicely say, "Mind if I trouble you, Ma'am," -

Easy like - "to be my Valentine?"