Valentine, I Wish You Well
Flew past me on the gustiest of gales.
I saw, but a glimpse as you still did sail.
My one great chance, neither head, nor of tail.
I stumbled on a rose, sharp as a nail!
My hair was askew, my attire a mess.
Me, a grain of sand, she a fine red dress.
All for naught, I loved our meet more than less.
This sacred moment, to curse and to bless!
And at ponder-some times when I can't sleep,
Gazing upon that distant starry sea,
I dream that cruel and impossible dream,
That you caught, but the faintest glimpse of me.
The rare and magnificent star that fell.
The briefest of moments, but she was swell.
And in this tale I weave only time will tell.
But oh valentine, how I wish you well!
For the Unbearable Beauty Contest.
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