You are my Valentine
So lovely and divine
You are my Sunshine
With all the riches of a gold mine
But sometimes you are a thorn in my vine
Sometimes you drink the last of my wine
Yet you are my Valentine
A woman so genuine
You are my Valentine
The sweetest lips on which to dine
But sometimes you weigh heavy on my spine
Walk a very thin line I cannot define
Still I choose you as my true Valentine
You create a world I could not design
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poem to your real Valentine! To your woman genuine! a honest valentine poem, Alfred...pleasing to read indeed...10