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I’d have to get past “Hi!” somehow
To show you that I care,
But the right time is never now,
Especially when you’re there.

It’s as if a wall of fear,
Transparent yet profound,
Came hurtling up as you come near,
Cutting off all sound.

I fear I won’t know what to say
And strike you as a fool,
Or you’ll be glad to get away,
Polite not to be cruel.

Easier to dream than act,
To hope than to find out,
So fearful of the force of fact
I wait in fear-filled doubt.

But now the day of love has come,
And I must cross its line,
And so I ask you through this poem
To be my Valentine.

by Nicholas Gordon

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