Be my valentine

This is a love letter
I do not want to tell of the crevices
 On my soul and skin
All has to be mended
Let me lend you my hand
Stretch my hand to touch
Sing you serenades
Paint you red cards
Plant and harvest you roses
Make you feel the sweet whiff

That has been written and delivered direct to you

Let me be your chocolate as they ravish bars

And hunks of man-made sweets
I propose nature to you
Come closer and nurture me
Patch my fissures
Be my valentine
Be my nurse
Rise me from my torn berth
Grant me potency
Be my valentine