“He leaned over and whispered in her ear
“‘My Darling, will you be my Valentine?’”
this one doesn't even rhyme!
“You're my
“Vivacious
“Admired
“Loved
“Enchanting
“Near-to-my-heart
“Talented
“Intriguing
“Never forgotten
“Effervescent”
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“You are my sweetest temptation!
“I wish we always look forward in one direction!
“You are my love, my soulmate and best friend,
“My love for you will never reach an end!”
utter bilge —— how can you look forward in more than one direction? by looking sideways? but at least it rhymes
“I love you for a lifetime
“Not only for a day
“I love you for who you are,
“Not what you do or say.”
the mind boggles
MONET
“‘You're the beauty in the sunrise,
“‘The soft warmth shining in the trees.
“‘Joyful lightness that's in your eyes,
“‘The slightest tingling from the breeze.’
“‘You're birds singing on a spring day,
“‘Beauty, peace, love and art...
“‘My music, my love, my Monet.
“‘You're my joy, my muse, my heart.’”
Monet is an 1840s draft dodger in case you're wondering but as for the rest of this content . . .
“If ever two were one, then surely we.
“If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
“If ever wife was happy in a man,
“Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
“I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
“Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
“My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
“Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
“Thy love is such I can no way repay;
“The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
“Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,
“That when we live no more, we may live ever.”
rhyming quench with recompense is bad enough but persever? maudlin is simply not the word
For any project, a little research is encouraged. To manufacture a Valentine card, some idea of the poetry involved is necessary and by reading the sort of drivel in cards on shelves a reasonable appreciation of what's expected would be gleaned. I can't continue reading this stuff BUT the most important aspect seems that living forever is a gift from Christ NOT riches of the East or unquenchable rivers of fleshly love which this must be if it affects one like
soft warmth shining in the trees, whatever that's supposed to mean, or tingling of the skin in wind which reminds me of hailstones the other day when I was caught out in it.
This is blatant propaganda.