What of these dearest ties that bind
My heart to yours sweet Valentine
That passion grow and fate entwine
In tendrils true one hope divine.

While love may wax or wane in time
My fondness for you reigns sublime
Nor shall it wither on the vine
For truer love you’ll never find.

To waste this gift seems such a crime
So pledge your troth and here be mine
Then to love’s bower we’ll resign
In warm embrace e’re to recline.

As long as waters flow the Tyne
Or lovers raise a glass of wine
My heart to you I shall consign
And in these words our love enshrine.

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