I will be the one who throughout failures and erring ways was always there, sword in hand. When each sunrise comes, when rainbows hail their beauty, when the music of life plays best in spring, when you need warmth and love, I will be your Valentine. I will dance with you, see the world with you, serve feasts of the Gods for you and pour your wine. Words may sometimes escape my lips, but never my heart. My soul is with yours, they travel this rocky road together and will always do so. I will be your I have no canvas, no brush or even a vision that says enough, I can not fly you hither and yon to warmth and glory, I cannot bring flashing stones embedded in gold of many shades I try to sing to you , but my voice dies like summer flowers in autumnβs chill, I cannot free you from burdens of daily life or release the pain of years gone by, I can not make promises for much beyond tomorrowβs dawn, but yet I will be your Valentine for eternity, I will be the one who loved you until the end of time.....forever Valentine.
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