Dear valentine, my sweetest valentine
The baby breaths of spring are wafting near
And I must melt that winter heart of thine
Before relentless time inters us here;
I have courted love with sweets and posies
Proffering them as gestures of romance;
When I gave tulips, you wanted roses,
Not deigning to give love but half a chance.
Still, love goes on and so is never daunted,
I know in time that you will come to see
That in my world, your grace is ever vaunted
And you’ll accept this heart I give to thee;
I love you so, each day, with every breath —
This heart consigned to you, in life and death.
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