H appy Valentine, my love! A ll my love is yours. P raised be love that brings us home, P ilgrims to these shores. Y earnings here find harborage;
V anities, sly smiles. A ll that righteous anger rends, L ove here reconciles. E ven in the darkness where N o bitterness finds rest, T houghts of you are like a dawn I ntent on happiness. N or would I have so light a heart E xcept that I am blessed!
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