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My Everyday Valentine

A single day, in the name of a saint Can never equate, just how I feel A single artist, can never paint No single poet can express what is real Because love is felt, and can't be seen Or expressed easily, it pumps in the heart You made me whole, I love you for being My other half, my all, right from the start.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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