Were that love could be squeezed into a flower
Or paper token, my dear valentine,
Then in this verse I might wield all love’s power
To keep you here beside me—held in rhyme;
But how to shrink vast heaven onto paper,
Condense the great wide oceans unto ink,
Distill full bounty of all life-long labor;
For this is sure the might that it would take.
True love is ever daunting, never simple;
My love for you exceeds all hope and time;
A love like this would make dear Eros tremble—
No living art, nor truth, might it confine .
No symbols borne of man may ring as true,
As those soft spoken words of I love you.

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