He was late in the worst of ways.
Such a date should not be forgotten!
How true do I stand before him
If he does not stand true before me
If he does not remember the day of which love beats.
He hushed my lips before I could speak,
Held my hand to his heart and sputtered,
"It is not the day that is celebrated, but instead love.
I may be late for yesterday but I will be yours for eternity.
Every day I'll hold you, love you and cherish,
my sweet sweet valentine."
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