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…