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Dear Valentine, will you be mine?
Cliche phrase, worn out with time
When I hold your gaze, I see
That you’ve become a part of me
You’ve held me close, just now a year
My heart rewoven with my tears
No, I may never be the same
What once was wild, now seems tame
Yes, one year since you took my hand
A love that took hold with no plan
You’ve held me close and dried those tears
Gentle words to ease my fears
Again, I look into the mirror
To see a spark returned, my dear
If I had derived this plan
I couldn’t have picked a better man
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