Valentine’s morning, frost on the ground, Red roses wrapped in brown paper string, She steps off the train with a Cyprus sun, And the cold London air starts to sing. I say, “Come walk with me through Trent Park trees,” Where the old oaks whisper slow, She smiles and says, “Αγάπη μου,” And suddenly I know. Στου πάρκου τη σιωπή περπατάμε μαζί, The lake like a silver sea, He holds my hand like he’s holding fate, Like he’s choosing only me. From Limassol nights to English skies, Two stories now intertwined, He says, “My heart is yours, Dora,” I say, “Tony, you are mine.” Under these stars, κάτω απ’ τα αστέρια, We made a promise in winter light, From Trent Park trees to Cyprus waters, We’ll chase our dawn through every night. You say “my love,” I say “αγάπη,” Two souls burning bright and free, If fate is written in the heavens, Then you are written here with me. The wind moves soft through February branches, She leans her head on my chest, I tell her love’s not just a feeling, It’s a choice we make at our best. She laughs in Greek I barely follow, But I know what her eyes confess, That every mile between our worlds Was leading to this yes. Είναι η καρδιά που ξέρει τον δρόμο, Even when we’re far apart, From English rain to island fire, He carries me in his heart. He says the future’s not a question, It’s something we create, So under Trent Park’s quiet sky, We seal our Valentine fate. Under these stars, κάτω απ’ τα αστέρια, We chose forever, hand in hand, From London frost to Cyprus summer, Two different worlds, one promised land. You say “πάντα,” I say “always,” No distance strong enough to break, On Valentine’s in Trent Park’s silence, Our future wakes with every step we take.
