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.