Though winter's valentines are marred by snow,
anticipating springtime blossoms' bliss
will generate a thrill we'll gladly share.
When spring is near, I'll blush and reminisce.
There is a gentle gentian in the field
that grows deep-blue as love between us, too.
Our love may never flare dramatic red,
but like the gentian, it's complete and true.
I may recall a hillock where we'd sit,
where gentians sway—the way we used to dance.
I'll sign this valentine and make dreams fit
inside the envelope for our romance.
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