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The Great Romantic


(The First Valentine…)

He told her He would fight thousands and ten thousands for her love.

This Prince, who had captured her heart with His humble, heroic rescue of her soul.

That she was the apple of His eye, and He, the Lover of her soul.

He would take all of her pain and make it His own, just to call her His bride.

He offered His arms to be her strength, her comfort, her rest, her joy.

He told stories of how He had loved her since the beginning of time, long before she ever even knew His name.

He sang over her, the most beautiful melody and called her His beloved.

This Prince who moved heaven and earth to show her his deep devotion.

He gave her rainbows in the storm and raindrops in the desert just to remind her that He was there.

His scars served as tattoos inscribed with her name.

He wrote her love letters and stories telling of His sweet adoration.

He promised her His kingdom and happily ever after.

This Prince.

Her Love.

Her Life.

He was hers and she was His…

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