A VALENTINE POEMThe hour has come to write in rhyme:The season's here...it's Valentime.Olet me light my valenTapers and readof lovers in the papers.Romantic hipposmunching flowers And husbands buildingvalenTowers,And moms with Whitman'sSampler grins,And reunited valenTwins. As oldsters cuddle, saying, "Dear," I'll shed a nostalgic valenTear... Yet, with my nose in valenTissue, I'm urgent with a need to kiss you. So cutting papers red and rose,I'llclip my doilies, misty-eyed,All sweptup by the valenTide.But, though Ipray to Muse and Cupid,I'm feelingrather valenStupid,Because my effortsat a poem have burgeoned into avalenTome Without a word of the romance Which keeps me in this valenTrance. Determined, now, I'll say again,You set the standard, valenTen;Though some may say we're getting ripe, You are my only valenType.Tonight,beneath our heart-shaped moon,Whilehumming a homemade valenTune,I'llbless the fluke that made you mine: ....Please always be my Valentine!-author unknown
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