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 © Cc Browning | Year Posted 2017
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