Lady to whom it comes naturally,
Like bees to nectar and bears to honey,
Through Cupid’s arrows in February.
No need for the special days to notice
The Valentines, the anniversaries,
For that compelling gaze will never cease.
For as long as bright eyes smile dazzlingly
And pearly whites gleam so enchantingly
The joyful light will flow incessantly.
Turning the fickle-minded heart serious
With feelings that drive all thoughts delirious
By her particular stroke of genius.
For making each day a revelation
That love is God’s most perfect creation.
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