Day and night, it's you I think about.
Night and day, it's you my heart shouts out about,
repeating, repeating, repeating your name.
But softly, that no one else may hear.
Yet I hear it, all the same,
high pitched or low.
You appear more beautiful than ever.
And I, elated in miracle that I am, to you, as dear.
Complete my life, enrich my soul,
with your gentle touch, your grace, your charm.
This, I promise...
...eternal happiness for me and you,
if you will be my valentine,
if you will be but only mine.
I promise, Valentine.
|I Promise, Valentine
|Valentine poem written by
Thomas D Ginefra Sr
January 8, 2007
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