Ghosting Valentine
A crime the February tongue —
In her box I'm open this time;
She alone melts chocolate eyes —
Eyes — camouflaged red ribbons, blunt,
Ever stained by glimpsing her love —
And in my dream, her dreams still glide;
Though no word lifetime by lifetime;
This day for me the darkest dawn —
Oh, what cries as I do this fierce,
For February's lovelorn tongue —
Where in the light, night intertwines;
Oh, God, there only in her kiss,
As it sinks in elsewhere be gone —
She's in my arms this Valentine's.
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