The 14th Of February
Doubting me is unnecessary,
I would never put you secondary,
I love you with every chromosome in my body,
Our love is hereditary
If a heart's function is to pump blood,
Then my blood is full of love like the 14th of February.
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I don't think outside the box; I tear it up. Supreme intellect with the wisdom to match it.
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