How to begin?
How to tap my love therein?
Shall I burst out in unspoken joy?
Or do I say it in a way that's coy?
My love our passion is naught but true.
I express to thee my love for you.
With flowers, kisses, and hugs everlasting.
It's value is not even worth exacting.
By Tom Lahey
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