So in the spirit of this, the most loved up day of the year, I thought you might like to see the short poem Vadim wrote for Martha last year.
Granted, he's not much of a poet, but it's the thought that counts, right? Enjoy it if you can--and just be grateful that it's not one of Anselm's, rather suggestive, compositions!
"Down by the river where the rowan tree grows,
I found you there, a-slumbering, so close to death's repose.
A mortal or a princess fair? A foundling of the fae?
Asleep beside the water's edge you stole my heart that day.
I traded heart and gained a soul, and a love without an end
I could not love you any more, my love... my life... my friend."
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