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just a poor man's valentine | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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I passed the shops today, and saw the greatest gifts for you, An emerald birthstone ring, red roses and chocolates, too. I dreamed I bought them and more, to give to you, my love, tonight. Together with a valentine, with all I feel expressed just right. . But a dream can buy nothing, so my hands stay empty still . For I shopped only with my eyes, as a poor man sometimes will. So nothing do I have to give except this poor man's valentine, Which is all I have to give to you, -the love inside this heart of mine. copyright 2001 by Roland Ricker |
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link to my other poems | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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