The Ghost Of Valentine's Past
I shut my eyes to see you for the first time
Oh, the trials and transformations fate would soon set in motion…
On a dew soaked field, chilled by the autumn breeze
A boy, not yet a man, sits pale without notion
Out of place, fighting memories of past transgressions
Her fresh top coat still too soft for protection
A timid girl makes her way through an innocent sea
First impressions, she clears her throat, a calm projection
Awaking under the warmth of the morning sun
They do not feel the shame of the assuming walk
She finds her security on his bed side sill
Past panic torn pages of love’s writer’s block
A time to reflect on youth’s foolish priorities
On tin roof ears a warm green rain
The school girl’s passion nearly left behind
He questions himself, “does she feel the same?”
In comparison, pales the pain of rejection
To the joy that bloomed from his persistence
What love locked eyes beget in gazing
Matured a mutual acceptance of timeless existence
Lost now are memories of immaculate conception
And fear that love's ties will ever end
Left are questions of what dreams may come
When life can’t be living without your eternal friend
A bright future shines in our open eyes
With reflections of temptation in every chapter
Still we have chosen to forever walk together
As we write our story… happily ever after…
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