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A gift of words for my Valentine

Memories tug at my heart strings, Making me turn around…

Though the act devoid of dignity, she was a picture of pride.
I couldn’t but help marvel at this amazing paradox

It was a dream delicately woven;
Fine threads of silk intricately spun..

Yet another sunset – light on darkness does verge,
When dreams and reality begin to merge.

While we grant ourselves the need to be touched,
To others we forget to reach out;

I was strolling along one sunny morn,
Didn’t quite realize when she left me;