Art thou the one that wantst my Valentine?
If thou be she, close eyes, and I will give it thee.
But if thou’rt not, mayhap I’ll make thee mine,
And if I do, look out, for I’ll not let thee be.
I’ll give thee gifts that thou hast yearned for not,
And everywhere thou turnst thou’lt see, I’m on the spot—
With gems for eyes, fair cakes for lips and tongue,
Warm furs so plush to touch them you’ll feel soft and young.
But if not gifts like these would give thee please,
For trips to far-off planets do ignite your zeal,
Then am I up for passing all the seas,
With ringing out (you hear?) great bells of wild appeal,
That thou and I may blast into the sky
Love’s rocketship of light, that is our right to fly!

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