Love needs no requiem and valentines have grace-
Reliquaries of the heart indemnify and emplace.
Valentines are to be waltzed, to be reclaimed in time-
No vacant, unrequited heart would ever stop a rhyme.
Mothers are living valentines that every child finds,
And some find love is deemed purple in their minds.
Love is divine when it is purple; angels would agree.
Butterflies with purple wings flaunt in purple majesty.
Beloved bliss, resplendent, encircles a mother's frame-
There, in her sphere of influence, we are always tamed.
Constant is our remembrance; an epiphany in place-
Love needs no requiem and valentines have grace.
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