Valentine 36

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My countenance was fearsome,
Fierce and deathly white.
Yet to your eyes it seemed from some
Far off China land. So, in spite

Of my American walk and light
Brown hair, you saw me Korean and loved
A heart that is tied to no earthly site,
But open, like yours, to the spirits above.

Together we’ve walked the path of our Beloved
With clumsy steps and mismatched beats
My lazy lion to your skittish dove.
Yet we’ve cultured four pearls of the ocean's deeps.

Let there be no more cause to fear
This year, each year, I’m still here.1

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