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“KISS DAY POEM: To start with a kiss.. I'll mark first .. on the top of your head.. just to say that.. I'll be with you.. forever! * Next two on the eyes.. just to say that.. the world is so beautiful.. as I see with you.. whatever!! * Then three.. on the nose and cheek.. just to say that.. I am myself.. As I walk with you wherever!!! * Then a peck on the neck.. just to say that.. you are perfect. and then.. Final one on the lips.. just to say that.. just to say that.. just to say nothing. Because our love is beyond the skyline! My life is yours forever.. O girl, O girl.. O you be my.. Valentine!!!!”

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