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My First Valentine, RevisitedThe sky was stolen from a colouring book With only the lightest of breezes blowing Two young lovers laying beside a little brook Listening to the water, gently flowing We were locked in love, so deep the emotion No thought of the languid passing of time Swearing to each other, unending, undying devotion Whilst watching the suns dependable climb Tender truths and promises of love imparting The sky: now slashed with crimson high above Young lovers with no thoughts of parting From their first most perfect day of love Oh to relive again that day, just once more To lay beneath that picture book cerulean sky Inexperienced lovers, with an eagerness to explore Still in need to wonder and question why ©2007 AVW February 14th all rights reserved. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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