Valentines Spirit

“Her smile as captivating as a blooming rose her eyes as dating as it shames the bluebells petals of beaus It seemed so opposed yet I wanted to foreclose She was the luminescence of my interceptions As a fluorescence, she came to me in my deceptions Enriching up my conceptions, Yet is that all that she makes me please? A glorious image in repeat? Something that seems to discreet Yet, in my reminiscence called dreams, she’s always my receptance Yet, never seems to befall in her own conceptions But always pleases that luminescence that burns in my inceptions A fire that burns in her right However, dissolves in my sight”