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My heart, my love, my Valentine
You filled my dreams before we met I saw your face, I felt your breath Upon my cheek, as near as that So close, so real, so intimate
I knew your hands, your manicure Your stocking size, your ring finger I've seen your dress across a chair I'd know your figure anywhere
And now you're in my arms at last You're all a man could ever ask for Born of dreams, sweet joy sublime My heart, my love, my Valentine
©Joseph G Dawson Vote for this poem
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