Loves' origin of all
Is really very smallIt never has a plan
Nor needs no diagram
It blossoms in spring
If willing Valentines sing
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A red letter in the hall
Pink flowers in a wallA text that says it all
My valentine is to call
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I painted a
picture once
It is the
colours of my soulNow when I look upon it
I can always see your face
There is heaven in its strokes