Lady Valentine

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Oh, her face that’s worth a thousand flowers.

Her heart that’s worth a thousand springs.

 

I couldn’t contemplate how much I’ve longed for her.

The sad girl in which the blue moon sings.

 

Singing I love her, Singing I miss her—

What’s the point of living with my Icarus wings?

 

Where it is only in my dreams that I can worship the sun—

Freeing half of my soul on fire, and a thousand broken things.

 

Someday I will meet her in a place between love, sadness, and healing.

A blossoming field where I’ll give her a thousand golden rings.

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