She” – My Nonpareil Valentine!

An angel at twilight,

A reflection of my gleaming soul,

Wondrous feminine creation;

Curtains dance around you,

Doors hug tight, often splashing,

But in one dark corner of a forgotten room

I am stationed, my only partner

A relationship of me, myself, my soul,

A pale, rather unpleasant tale,

Of a bruised and humiliated man

With a ragged beard.

How do I gather my poise,

With only a pen to tale of

That magical moment my soul forsook me

As my eyes glanced upon you,

Charmed by your face

Ever again to rest serenely?

All the hope in me was gone.

That day you peeked through curtain like veil

Poetic fragrance of lilacs in your hair,

And entered my painful existence, will be

Etched upon my soulful heart.

Those serene days of togetherness,

My infatuation, caught in your charisma;

I had not a full taste, nor did I caress

Your aching heart, after that as you know, dear

In time my heart bled, and I cried

For you; if I hurt when you left me

I moaned at your absence. Dear “she,”

My agony fell in between the cracks.

Hearts are nails, flowers thorns.

Butterflies run fast and free through my stomach

At the mention of your name, enslaved

As I am to the damn games you play!

I touched aesthetic beauty; I touched art

But once, and as I grow old love embraces

Me instead of I it, and I reminisce of a time

That yielded odors of an ageless wine.

How I wanted to grow old with you,

Embracing your love in the reflections

On the faces of our kids.

Dear Valentine,

Embrace me even as you drink another’s wine,

Our love surpasses time.