It should be a song, your Valentine,
full of laughter and a sweet splash
of all those things the world holds dear
one where you walk on the cusp of womanhood,
radiantly dressed in a sleeveless sundress
printed with fresh-cut, pink roses
from creation's first Spring.
It should be a song
sprinkled with the croonings of life long love
or the bittersweet riffs of a painfully short romance
one where you step forward out of the moonlight
your unkempt hair in free fall about your face
and your outstretched hand offering a bouquet of dreams -
one where you are forever you.
It should be a song.
Dedicated to Jenny
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