Your Sweetest Valentine
Many days
of the year
were so sad.
This day should
be the happiest
for us.
My roses are
all the promises
to come.
They aren't
as precious as
real diamonds.
The flame of
this true passion
they feed.
No lover
is luckier
than I am.
I remain
your sweetest
Valentine.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
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