To My Valentine, with All My
To my Valentine,
with all my love,
Of whom I cannot say enough in
May my love for you sufficient
Yearning to redeem your caustic
Vortices within may drag you
Anchor, then, in my serenity.
some who otherwise might drown,
Embarked alone upon their
Nor should you deem your own love not
To be the chapel to which I retreat
search of a pavilion for my pain.
No love is love unless it
be a seat
Enchanted, where a stone might weep
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