by Thomas Vaughan Jones
(Liverpool UK)

Let’s venture to our special hiding place
where gentle layered passions hold us fast.
As willing thralls who hold each other’s hearts
secluded from the world and lovers past.

There are few words to tell you how I feel.
There are no reasons I can comprehend
why you can raise me up to boundless joy
no other joy or pleasure could transcend.

I treasure you in all the things you do,
although I know you never could be mine.
My pleasure comes from simply loving you.
Existing as your secret Valentine.

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