Rising early, I slip into a crimson sweater,
pull on my lover's shoes and step out; Amidst,
the beating and bleeding red hearts and bright eyes
that move against a soft backdrop of dusty snow,
and then into warmer spaces, into homes.
I have none but you, my place of peace
adorned by our romance, our doting of,
Valentine frills, flowers, and fidelity:
I'm your girl.
And always shall I be,
a bearer of joy to thee.