TO MY VALENTINE COMES THE 14th:

Dear Val, when I say "I love you" on the 14th,
Those words will rise from the depths of my soul.
As my heart insists on reinforcing them in yours,
Unwavering, unending, boundless.
Know too, the cast may happen in a special way
To freeze the words, imprinting them in a magical moment, pure,
It is so so that you know, my "I love you," stays locked in your heart
To linger, eternally and stay frozen in time
When then the day marked so gloriously fades to silence,
I’ll ask that you put back the batteries to restart the clock
To let the regular love life take over as it ought, 
While the 14th remains, a memorial, a lyrical song in your heart.
For I am certain, in the days of the 15th and beyond, when that tune is replayed,
When memories whisper it through time’s embrace,
They will bring warmth, a gentle smile to your face,
For in love, such magical moments committed to memory never truly fade.

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