My sweet valentine,
My candle in the wind.
It's the morning fresh air,
The breeze that awakens the sudden chirping of blue birds
And soft fluttering butterflies.
It's your countenance
With your soft brown legs intertwined with mine, between the sheets
As your heartbeat explores mine.
The plucking of the single guitar strings and the harmony of the piano
Fluctuates over the tight, clouded air space.
It's like driving through the countryside with the windows down.
The smell of fresh cut grass and the dance of the cow's utter swaying under the farmer's tight grip.
The dandelions slowly flowing in the shades of the rainbow above the seas and oceans,
Glistening waterfalls and your body shimmering through the water like an electrical tide flowing through the current of the streams
Every touch can be left unsaid, like the slow touch of your fingers, to the pull of your hands,
And my arms slowly around your waist like the Waltz.
My eyes fixated upon your softness, like a dream come true.
With the clouds shadowing the sunlight and day becomes night.
With the fading of the red flames intertwine with the sparkling waters slowly fading away.
Your kiss was electrifying like the perfect mirage of a desert with the sand domes slowly falling apart
The change of tides with the bridge of the piano slowly brushes upon the guitar and entrance of the violin cascading behind the sharp edges of a misinterpreted note
My sweet Valentine
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My Valentine, My Sweet Valentine
Published: February 2013