My Little Valentine
My fingers traced the lines on her face
as she slept; her beauty overwhelming.
The years had been touch and go, but
we made it somehow, and here we were,
still in love, my little Valentine.
That's what I called her all the time;
sweet as sugar and oh so fine
gooey and passionate leaving my
tastebuds satisfied completely.
She filled my desires and expectations always
I had no complaints
I leaned over to kiss her lips
One last time
My little Valentine.
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