Dear Valentine,

A clue to you,

I am yours but you are not mine.

I ruined that long ago with a fear of sitting still.

Promising the future paralyzed me,

The Pressure encompassed my thoughts.

I mangled our hearts like I naturally do,

And the worst part was not looking back.

Your cinnamon eyes still haunt my sleep.

And now I know a cage shared with you,

Would have been the sweetest place.

Because you let me sing.

I do not expect a reply and I realize

It’s selfish to push these words.

But please be mine? And only mine!

You are my continuous muse.