Valentine Sonnet
I bring to you no fragrant roses red
For they in little time will wilt and fade
Nor chocolate bonbons wrapped in velvet bed
Their flavour soon will wane the taste buds jade
No painted card with sentimental verse
Have I transmitted to delight your eyes
Such symbols trite cannot true thoughts rehearse
And may the real emotions trivialise
So here my love I stand with hands devoid
Of gift in substance that may please but pass
And yet my feelings cannot be alloyed
They shall not crack nor break a heart of glass
Love brought by hand can fade and wither dry
Love nurtured in the heart will never die
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