Valentine, Lindatime
We come to begin again our youth,
To savor love’s sweet nectar’s juice,
From Cupid’s arrow lodged inside,
To home to love and lust bestride.
My sweet love, my cherished Linda,
As old fires die, new fires we rekindle.
We sit in front of love’s open hearth
In cozy rooms far from winter’s harsh.
Winters of sorrow are those of pleasure,
With you, my Linda, my begotten treasure.
Cupid’s arrow, aimed at those who forget,
But for me, my everlasting Valentine’s beset.
Who needs Cupid’s arrows to remember?
To the eternal power of love we surrender.
To my dear Linda with all my love.
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