Valentine

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Is love in the air
In this world of despair
My hope, my heart
My soul by you is marked
The sun rises and I ache
The sun sets, I lie awake
A dream you are to my soul
Hope of heaven, treasures untold
I hear your whispers on night breezes
The trees sway and dance
Branches caressed as it pleases
Through my window the tendrils climb
Lifting away sleep from my mind
I rise sensing your call
To the heavens my eyes fall
In the vastness of starlight
Past the moon and the edge of night
You are there and I am here
Down my face fall unhindered tears
The ache of my heart yearning of my soul
If only to have you once more to hold
Wrapping my arms about myself
My head bows in prayer for help
Please do not wake me again like this
Only in my dreams your face I may kiss
As I sleep, in my dreams we meet
The memories of you my heart keeps
 Even as my longing soul weeps
I lay myself across the windowsill
The breeze cools, calms
My flushed body kneels
Spent with heartache I drift to sleep
Waking in my dreams again to find
The love that is mine, my only
Always and forever, my Valentine

(2016©)

The Ghost of You | Source






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