Valentine

Paper hearts and candy; Fluttery lace is dandy. But the ribbon around my heart isn’t brand new; It’s worn, frayed, torn and threadbare through and through. Not a cheery valentine I offer to you, But a glimpse of the hard work of love, that’s true. My heart is raw and bleeding But the fractured beat keeps beating. Whirlwind, lost, damaged but unbroken Darkened, tarnished, unbidden angst; unspoken. Sick and weak, Tired and bleak, Not a perfect valentine I offer to you, But the hope of the hard work of love, that’s true. I give you not fluttery notes of poignant lace. But unbridled tears that course my face. A picture of reality isn’t always pretty. Not a romantic valentine I offer to you, But a partner in the hard work of love, that’s true. Paper hearts and candy; Fluttery lace is dandy. Love’s truest face is found in the chaos. Love shines through no matter the cost. Not a cheery valentine I offer to you But a promise of the hard work of love, that’s true.