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Sweet Valentine..

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LACYDRAWERS

Published: Feb 3, 2011

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This cupid's arrow has found its mark
Shedding a light within our dark
To make each day much better spent
To guide us to the place we're meant

This hand to hold when feeling blue
A hug that's passed from me to you
Soft kisses to brighten up your day
A love that's shared in every way

Souls in tune to a song birds sing
A gentle comfort that love can bring
The melding of two into what's just one
A brighter glow to each days sun

These gifts of love we'll share complete
Upon this day when we will meet
Sweet Valentine will you be mine?
From this day forward, till end of time..

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