Dear You

Dear heart of my beating heart that echoes true

The beats of love that leap to me from you,

I catch them in this happy heart of mine

And shake them out in throbs called Valentine.

Dear lips and eyes and brow, your beauty I avow,

Your face ringed in dark shadows of your hair;

And when a task is to be done, you are the fiercest one,

And I am all astound with lovers’ fire.

Dear you, dear you, dear you, my Valentine so true,

You are the shining goal of my desire.

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