Dear valentine, my sweetest valentine
The baby breaths of spring are wafting near
And I would thaw that winter heart of thine
Before its frost denies our season here;
Long have I courted you with sweets and posies
Proffering them as gestures of romance;
I brought you tulips—you pined for roses,
Refusing love but giving half a chance.
Still, life goes on and love remains undaunted,
I know the day will dawn when you shall see
That in my world, your grace is ever vaunted
And all my hopes are set on only thee;
For love grows fonder with each gentle breath —
This heart consigned to you, in life and death.

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