The delicate valentine that rested in my hand was feeling very warm from sitting in the sun near my window. Frilly white lace framed the handmade card. Ironically, male handwriting was found inside. As i read the words I soon found that, though the manly cursive appeared crude, the heart that wrote the letters was more beautiful than any amount of lace or flowers. The heat that radiated from the handmade card did not come from the sun at all, but from the love inside a wonderful heart.
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