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My Love…. This is our season You are my only reason For celebrating this period So many do celebrate devoid Of the knowledge of love Some celebrate just like the dove
You can see them, Sittng there staring at the same at the sun, Growing old together, as if the days won't run They enjoy each others presence. One knows what the other is thinking.
Be my lovely lady valentine, My sweet summer Clementine Face brighter than the morning Sun.