No Valentine but with passion in the blood,
unaccompanied, but with hope in their eyes,
no gifts, only one heart,
to give you and tuck you in the evening without moon
when the sun refuses to shine.
A heart to wipe your tears dripping
if inside you,
A heart to open all your smiles,
to melt your tongue with my voice.
The distance does not always forgotten, because the ice
us into the shell
where the fire looks slow, soft and creamy,
which fortunately, we are your self ...
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