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Hope is a breeze across an open field. Anger comes
from pounding on a door, Positive one wants the door to yield.
Perhaps from this one senses something more. Yearning is a song
to wake the dead. Very few can yearn for what is theirs. Each
soul pursues the prey of its desire, Not knowing that to have
must mean to kill. There is no deed that documents love's fire;
In lovers' hearts, one comes and goes at will. Need is a wind
that strips the landscape bare; Eventually one turns, and love
is there.
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A Valentine is nothing like A chocolate or a rose. For in a week
these shall be gone, But Valentines remain. If love were always
sweet to tongue Or fragrant to the nose, Each day would be like
Valentine's, And we would go insane. So one is wise to choose one
well And chocolates to resist. For in the midst of mania It's nice
to have one near.
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Be
my Valentine, for I Each day have thought of you. My whole life couldn't
manage what Your ready smile can do, Vanquishing my loneliness As
though all light were new. Let me be your Valentine Even as you're
mine, Needing what I have to give That each might each define In friendship
and in harmony, Now you, now I the melody, Each helping each to shine |
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