A Valentine
For those most dear within your heart,
there is no special day.
For every tender, thoughtful act,
will send your love their way.
To succor them and comfort them
when dreams have gone awry,
will let them know no seed’s fallow...
let Time decide when they should cry.
When they excel and passions soar
such that they fly too high,
praise, but hold them close to you,
‘till their wings in stillness lie.
Or merely state you miss them
and wish that they were near...
extend the hand of fellowship
and pray for them good cheer.
Send kith and kin such Valentine
and love will ever intertwine.
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