Be My Valentine

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I will never forget that face  Upon the first glimpse  Where I first seen such beauty  In the open of nothingness  To be struck by cupids' arrow Cementing my footing  In the grounded path I walk 
Roses are not red, they’re internal colors that blend together, it is our naked eye that misguides us. Something so natural, untouched yet so beautiful and breathtaking.
Hold me close, keep me safe. Tell me you love me and that will never change. Dry my eyes whenever i cry and tell me everything will be alright.
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