Saint Valentine says
he needs poets to write…
roses are red
(well, some are pink) :
Saint Valentine says
he needs hearts expressed in ink..
poems are read;
that’s the good news here;
Saint Valentine’s day
could last all year…
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This stony judgement I’d carve for myself:‘He loved not wisely – but he loved quite often.’