B lessings are the things we take for granted.
E ach holiday we notice what we see.
M ost know the Earth is utterly enchanted
Y et walk through life and love mechanically.
V aluing one's gifts takes resolution
A fter days and nights of fantasy.
L ove brings the sweet relief of absolution,
Enveloping our hesitance in need.
N o touch inspires so swift a revolution,
T ransforming all the hieroglyphs we read.
In your love is the charity of spring,
N either self-obsessed nor blinded by some creed,
E mbracing the grey dawns that blessings brin
be mine valentine
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