Sadly we are apart,
acknowledging our love cannot be,
but with every beat of my heart,
I imagine you close to me.
I recall the single red rose you would offer
and in fantasy I imagine your loving touch
could be mine for the rest of our days
but realize that only in dreamtime
will you ever really be mine.
I prepare a place for you in my broken heart,
robed in vintage lace, my Valentine.
By Cottage Lady (Patience@bresnan.net)