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.
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