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Valentine

The day has come and the son of Venus

Lets fly his loving darts –

Of which, one flew straight and true

And pierced this lonely heart.


The bolt which flew so straight and true

Which pierced this lonely heart,

Found and nurtured and caused to grow

The love that long lay in the dark.


Until at length, some say over time,

I say to thee; ‘thou art my valentine’.