Valentines
Valentines
Loves, they come and love doth go.
Soaring on gossamer wings, it doth glow,
as this universe, once knew Valentines.
So many beautiful and passionate minds,
that once upon a precious, delicious time,
I was so privileged to have called mine .
B. J. “A: 2
February 13th 2014
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2014
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