May pure desire
stride through your door
tall and dark
or with flame-red hair
looking through eyes
that see only you
speaking with lips
that tell true
May you know
within a single glance
that Fate has spoke
and not mere chance
that Cupid's bow has sweetly sung
and your heart,
however old,
is young
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Thank you, goddess of love, for this day celebrating all your work.
Lovingly yours,
A devotee
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