Monday, February 13, 2012


We strolled beyond
quixotic moon
lover’s cliché
and gifts to swoon

Love’s perfect heart
was not in foil

Its labored life;
collision’s turmoil

I remember Love’s face
in sterile light

amongst machines
and angel's invite

Not ever again
could one day be so fine
as an any-day memory

of my Valentine

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