Valentine's Spirit

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The day that he detested had something else in store for him ..


" A day so vile it created a trial 

Her smile as captivating as a blooming rose

her eyes as dating as it shames the bluebells petals of beaus 

Her sallow hair as each strand dispersed in the wind's demise 

It seemed so opposed yet I wanted to foreclose

She was the luminescence of my interceptions

As a fluorescence, she came to me in my deceptions

Enriching up my conceptions,

yet is that all that she makes me please?

A glorious image in repeat?

Something that seems discreet

Yet, in my reminiscence called dreams, she's always my receptence

Yet, never seems to befall in her own conceptions

But always pleases that luminescence that burns in my inceptions

A fire that burns in her right

However, dissolves in my sight 

have I ignited such a flame? 

No, it shouldn't in vein"

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