My Bloody Valentine
Dawn of deific passion
A beacon of divine compassion
Who, to set the sweethearts free
From the yokes of the crown head's decree
Kept the flames of the loving hearts alive
With a credo that true love should always thrive
To true sacrificial love, he sowed a seed.
His body was broken, and blood was shed for this deed.
On young hearts that struggle with a life of love
He showers blessings from above.
As this day has its roots in him
Though in seas of whims, we swim
Let's not forget Valentine, a saint so fine.
This day, my Bloody Valentine...
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