(I)
It's bloody Valentine's,
When the world wants
To drop its guard;
Say "I love you"
From behind a card.
But I know you like
This kind of thing.
So baby, please
Be (a) my Quarantine's
(II)
I hate to write you love poems.
My words dare not bare
The burden,
The titanic stress,
Of describing a single
Strand
Of
Your
Hair
(III)
Even after,
All these years.
You still turn
My head.
When you
Enter the room.
You are my dawn,
My reason to start the day.
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