As the bared moon, touches the night early
Your touch like that makes me lively
Say, keeping eye to eye - you love me
As bondwomen I shall remain embracing thee
Love is neither a matter of gain and lost nor a play kind
Naturally love grows unknowingly of mind
At valentine's– I offer you a bunch of rose, take gladly.
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