. . . don’t dare change your hair for me
You needn’t alter any part of you
For it is heaven’s art that I consider thee
Your heart need not be laden with rue . . .

. . . for vetting the other men’s vocal pleas
Though tempting, might they be substanceless
Allow them, each, their turn on bended knees
While I present to you the ruby red dress

Gracefully slip it on in the mirror’s full view
Ballerina a twirl three hundred sixty degrees
The giver’s eyes appear from the motley crue
Chocolates exclusively from San Francisco’s See’s

No, don’t change a strand of your hair for me
The others may request that you suit their needs
If you care for me, woman, simply think of me
If my chest they cut, it’s your heart that bleeds . . .

. . . like a Valentine, a not-so-funny Valentine

Is it truly laughable that you be mine?

-Rg2

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Romance lives forever in her heart. -Rg2

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