Valentine
lovers be in fear!
coming of a time where love gifts thine of nothing but tears,
nears.
lovers loved so blind !
chaining the writhe of doubts for thy rush to indulge unkind,
binds.
Lovers love with lies!
thy faith in sweetness the bliss of youthful weakness unwise,
dies
Lovers thus behold!
All thee held reasons to joy reaps unworthy much sow of toil, told
is woe.
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