To my Valentine, with all my love, Of whom I cannot say enough in praise: May my love for you sufficient prove, Yearning to redeem your caustic days. Vortices within may drag you down. Anchor, then, in my serenity. In search of a pavilion for my pain. No love is love unless it be a seat Enchanted, where a stone might weep again
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