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by Son of Sonnet
When I see you, I blame it on vaccines,
that suddenly my heart will skip a beat.
My doubtful brain transforms, my soul made clean,
and I submit to love in sweet defeat.
From you I hear the words I long have yearned.
The truth, the light, the meaning underneath;
the honest essence which we use to learn.
What thing is love? No simple act beneath
the quilted covers, of united flesh,
but life designed for all of it to share.
When you are tired, seek me to refresh,
and I will honor Valentine in care.
There’s no one else in all this land
That I would rather hold my hand.