Your heart is far away
but it is mine. You cannot give it
to me through paper-cut notes or
chocolates or anything
else in its relative shape -
but it is here. You cannot tell me
you love me while you're working,
but I know. You cannot hold me
on this loving day when you're so long
away from me, but your love
has never left me.
So today, I watch those who are luckier
and smile for them.
I am the luckiest.
Your heart is mine every
day. (And mine, yours)
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