A Valentine's Wish

A Valentine's Wish

On this day of love, I wish for you,
All the happiness in the world, pure and true.
May your heart be filled with joy and bliss,
As you celebrate this day, with the one you miss.

May your love shine bright, like the stars above,
A love that's true, strong, and never fades out of love.
May your bond grow deeper with each passing day,
And may your love story be told in many ways.

So on this Valentine's Day, I wish for you,
A love that's pure, a love that's true,
May it last forever, and never stray,
For you and your beloved, now and always.

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