I Think of Thee
To thee I think of, time and time again,
Whose gentle smile possesses charm and delight;
A personality so enchanting to the soul.
Blended so unique, proving quite a sight.
Why now, not before, do I think of thee more,
Have I been struck by an arrow, or drank the flask?
Behind my shy mask, I look upon you malady,
May I be so bold, to entreat, to ask?
Love is a magnificent gesture of devotion,
One that I know, and cannot define;
To you I adore, as my heart beckons—
I implore— will thee be my Valentine?
Valentine's Day 1996
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