The Master has for me:
I wish you were my Valentine
Though I may not be yours,
And I may, in my ignorance,
Be speaking to closed doors.
I have no inkling of your heart,
No hint what you might say;
But when I think of you the sun
Will just not go away
There is in you a loveliness
That makes my darkness shine,
And so I'll wait, if wait I must
To be your Valentine.
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