“my valentine”

My valentine is gentle light  
That filters through a dawn anew,  
A laugh that lifts the winter white  
And wraps my heart in rays of dew.  

Your hand finds mine—a perfect fit—  
The silent pledge, the patient art,  
Two shadows by the candle lit,  
One hopeful flame, one beating heart.  

You’re Sunday mornings, walks in rain,  
Tulips pressed in books unread,  
The whispered comfort through the pain,  
A song that lingers in my head.  

Chocolates melt but love does not—  
A thousand cards could not define  
The simple, steady, golden thought:  
How lucky I am—you are mine.

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