While I pondered the beauty of wanting you to be my valentine,
A thought flutters with imagery and power into the vision of my mind.
One greater—long ago, broken and bruised
Bleeding and bowed—a lover who longed to call me His own.
He longed for me, to His heart draw near,
although I was so unaware
Yet, within the depth of His collage-etched eyes I could see
great expectation filled with warmth and knowing care.
He stood, bent, certain that in spite of…
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