two thousand and ninety nine valentines

If no one else, I will love
you can count on that
my love is true
I listen closely to that voice
looking directly into those eyes
I know, best, in comparison to those
others, whom looking at doesn't redeem
a sense of self, when I look at this face
blankly, without any expectation for this,
myself, I am but staring at a mere reflection
and it reminds me, I must believe
I am loved, and if no one else
I can, count on me

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