You said, 'This February I will shower upon thee'
And it seems now I flung into sky
And more temperate your greasy mathematics could be,
If vineyard I was less travelled by
With you, - - while day breaks into pretension,
I, more in disguise, try a chance to win
Your heart, remembering yet I'm not alone;
Hence, this Valentine did what opine?
While every couple was done in hope
Or somewhat I expected from you,
Could it not be more than saying 'I love thee more than my Laptop'?
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