Valentine Song 

Dearest, let these roses
    In their purity,
Be a present symbol
    Of my love for thee.
Underneath the blossom
    Thorns are sure to grow;
Take heed lest you touch them,
    They would pain you so!
Ah! my faults like thorns are,
    But cannot they be
Hidden ’neath the flower
    Of my love for thee? 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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