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valentined

countless hearts and roses fall
    for sake of heeding Cupid's call
      and yet I fail for phrases, new
  imparting, fresh, my "I love you"
(for poets, past, have said it all)

    perchance I'll find the words inside
      your hazel gaze, quite starry-eyed
  the limpid peepers, fair and fierce
that pity, not, the hearts they pierce
    (or pulses hurried, far-and-wide)

      could be the words hide in your grin
  and dance demurely with your chin
coaxed to shine as sound is swirled
    much as your smile, to warm a world
      (with just a dusted touch of sin)

  perhaps the terms lie in your shape
the curves, sublime, to finely drape
    that, placed with motion, quite defy
      all other grace thus brought to eye
  (and leaving countless jaws agape)

might be the phrase lies in your hair
    fleece, tawny strands of tresses, fair
      or with your skin - so silken, chaste
  those unseen places meant to taste
(adorned with only moonlight, rare)

    or maybe, found in ALL of these
      the words to bring me to my knees
  in reverence of the reasons, true
that consecrate the wonder, YOU
    (and set my sifting heart at ease)

      but, I think I'm more apt to find
  the words to say how you’re refined
in things that senses can't impart -
    the YOU that dwells within your heart
      so caring, thoughtful, sure, and kind ...

  bright sense-of-humor - artful mind
of dark and light and grey, combined
    with heart and soul, thus intertwined
      and ALL that I have e'er consigned -
  yes, NOW my words ...

are VALENTINED.

Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2025

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