Valentine's

 Walking
in the crowded street
a multifariousness of posies
glittering
the visit of Valentine's
is the sublimation of
a love life
the attention to Valentine's day is
another elucidation of
fashion
not too many words
just a bouquet of chocolate
looking forward to
the response in the eyes
nothing would be more
thrilling than being
submerged in this
periwinkle ocean
tonight besides
the roses, the dessert, the music

earnest
omnipresent blessings filling
the harbor of the heart
Valentine's day
what should i send you
well I'd like to send you
wisps of night breeze
some fine rain and
the soft light of spring
a patch of the sakura scene on the rainbow bridge
a plushie
a butterfly
and a moon for you
to hang outside your room.
Valentine's night
a roseate night
an assertive love averred across the sky
the patch of wilderness
you've trodden
is the dream of February
clouds are blushing
tender sprouts smiling
a hazy feeling of neon
moon and dream hugging
mosaics of stars garnishing
the Valentine's night

beautiful and bright.

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