I thought I would write about Love
in this month of many hearts
but no good words have found me
despite my many weak starts
Love is like a diamond
Love can be wicked and cruel
Love surrounds each one of us
Love can play you a fool
Love may be too much
for my silly simple words
leave it to stars and flowers and spring
look there and Love can be heard
the month of many hearts
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