valentine
the ceiling fan spins lazily
shifting curtains
a morning-light waltz
while the sun reaches for noon
those rays saunter in
filtered through linen
romance painted on the walls
stories still being written
i will search for you
like stars seeking skies
and when i find you
i’ll plead with you to grow old
next to me
i’ll beg you to savor the years
by my side
each day, for a lifetime
i’ll ask
will you be my valentine?
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