In our held hands
the hot sun
and wet rain
the same;
not noticed the bloom
in another happening
of now.

It's very easy to miss the last bus on purpose
and use that gloomy subterfuge
as an excuse
to walk you home;
sans expectation,
of course:
you do what you want,
that's one of the options,
in the myriad of many
that you obviously have;
as you always tick over,
you always go forward.

Between all the light breezes
we could meet,
the spaces where breath
breathes in joy
and be glad that this is it,
and movement now is our thing;
a magic of moment.

Like the new hot air
you are what it is
straight away,
warm,
to the heat of our norm
while it's our while;
all is best
in your smile.

If you were a blanket
you'd be full enough
to keep the cold out,
& big,
& all encompassing;
wrapped to safe as safe can be.

Every time
you're a Valhalla,
or some other land,
the most rushing meld of pallor
in our heldest hands.
You're a pinnacle of journey,
a warm and safe abode,
in the burden of the box
you're the lightest carried load;
my shoulder no corrodes.
You're the best seat at the banquet,
you're the high in every view,
you're the finery in gliding,
you're the wing of every flew.

Some make a rigid Valentine decision,
and decide to treat the day with derision,
they say "it's manufactured and just a unit shifter
containing with anchors, no lift her."
Moaning "it's nothing, a card from the shop,
you're doing the curtailed capitalism hop,
you balcony scene flop."
Well, well done you feel more confident in your expression,
and not have to validate your impression
as it's taken as it is,
nice, that must be bliss,
but what is wrong with a day that says this...
a knowing I want you with a hall mark,
the look of arrive in my ball park,
a box of coca to give you a clue
that I really do, I really do love you,
flowers abundant to tell you how great
you make wow myself and anxiety alleviate,
maybe a reason to go for a meal and chat to the hilt
about how we are fantastically built;
any day that acknowledges this theme
is serenely seamed,
and,
not stupid;
high five to cupid!