A Valentine's that is everyday
Is it the invisible things that I love the most
Or flowers and cakes and a trip to coast
What is love's worth ,if not seen day by day
But eagerly awaited for that daunting day
Don't get me wrong, I vouch for the 14th let it be
But a love felt every second, is what truly feels free
A love patient and kind a love that binds
A love not jealous and boastful, a love that is hopeful
A love not arrogant and rude, does not insist on it's own way
not irritable or resentful, that keeps those vices at bay
A love that rejoices in right, a love that endures
a love that never ends, a love that cures.
I guess my point, what I'm trying to say
Is I crave for a Valentine's, that is every day
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