This day is the day upon which, Wishes are tattooed upon lover's skin, By the gentle kiss of a lover's whim, Simple romances and complex shapes to be drawn, 'Round the eyes that one shall fawn, O'er clouds and dreams drift the lovers' song, To the beat of ground under lovers' dance: all night long.
This is a poem I wrote on Valentines Day five years ago. I was passionately optimistic about love then. Wouldn't mind being in that state of mind at least a little bit.