How often do we linger in The vestibule of life, Not ready to embrace the soul We've taken for a wife?
Nor bear the dread oblivion Of being who we are? Nor render well our willing part When we are not the star?
Ah, Valentine! This day of love Behold what you have wrought! And seek within the love you have The love you long have sought.
For love loves not illusion,
Demanding what is true:
That underneath your greed and lust
You need her love for you.
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