Another Valentines apparently never given. Remember, this was high school.
My Dear Friend,
My dear friend
who I value so.
My heart is loyal to only you.
Will you allow me to do so?
When I see your sweet face,
I think of nothing else.
Your hazel eyes can see my every thought.
Can I hide anything from you?
Your dark, brown hair shimmers in the light.
Is anything of mine not yours?
Please remember me on this very special day.
For I care for you; may you care for me the same.
(I have no idea who the hazel eyes and brown hair refer to. Either they are an abstract idea or I had a crush on someone with hazel eyes and brown hair. Who knows? It was high school.)
Rachael's ponderings and ramblings about life, teaching, gardening, knitting, home keeping and the various other topics and hobbies that prompt her interest.
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