You are the living Valentine
that bears its beat within my heart.
I throb and quiver from you every touch,
as my soul hums an everlasting serenade of joy,
which rings out from the depths of my sprit
with love's sweet and purest refrain,
resonating in constant praise towards Heaven
for the precious gift your angel essence
shared as prize of God's grace,
mercifully blessing into my day and being.
No more do I ache from only tasting shadows,
of never seeing February's calendar page
become more than just another month.
Now the Fourteenth I will savor always
to give thanks eternally for Cupid's bow
aimed so perfectly at my chest,
finding its mark and leaving me no complaint.
For I am happily wounded now, but bleeding only passion,
holding dearly onto the vision of your face
just to breathe with exhales that cherish
having you in my life.
Always do I wait in prayer to hear your voice,
it shines with gold from your seraph flame,
adorning me with happiness from all you are
and the harmony we feel when our pulse is one.
Oh my darling, who is the sonnet of ecstasy
written so intensely in my mind,
please be my Valentine,
not for one day,
but forever.
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
poet
and my Love
~ Desire~*~
This is so full of warmth, love and just a gorgeous pen. Bravo!
