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Agapanthos, The Flower of Love
Well, that time of the year has arrived with all the cheesy cliches that surround the execution of a Catholic saint Valentine-what a strange way to celebrate a loved one?
So high entranced am I with thee
That naught else do I barely see
So being blind to this romance
My heart it soars and starts to dance.
- Is happiness returning?
So beloved of me art thou
That I still love you eve...
Friday 14th February 2025 10:15 am
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