A slant moonlight blessed our snowy predawn courtyard this valentine's day. Like a silent kiss, big and full, I let it guide my way. You lie asleep in our bed; a warmth I'm lucky enough to share for a few hours everyday. With you, my love stays home, tucked away under white satin sheets. How carefully you walk, as you cross my mind. Never running, so to not leave me too fast, only allowing enough warmth to thaw me out, until your next mindful visit. Thank you for giving me the heat and passion, which feeds the fire of my life. Happy Valentine's day my love.

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                                    Moonlit court yard snow
                              Valentines warmth can’t melt it
                                         Only you melt me
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Smiles are a peculiar thing
I find yours infectious
Crawling on my mouth
So when you look at me
I look at you too

If only your smile found its way onto mine
So that they can intertwine
Delicately and passionately
So when your hand is on my body
Mine is on yours too

Sticky summer evening,
Warm, young, beautiful.
Flitting throughout the night,
Bountiful bundles of fireflies.
Flickering in the breezes,
A soft golden mist.
New summer's evening,
Graced by the lightning bugs.

I just want to feel your touch,
To be with you at every hour,
Everyday.
That's all I want.
I want that, nothing more,
Just you, me, and a blanket snuggled up,
Peaceful with arms wrapped around each other.
That's all I want.

If you have come to seek
Only consent & acceptance,
You will be poorly received
And denied at the entrance.
You come only to take
What you think you are entitled to,
As though it were not valuable
And as if it were freely offered.
In what you ask
There is no promise of reciprocation,
No hint that you will be grateful.
In your hunger for it,
The only guarantee
Is that you will want more.
You share no contentment,
No happy acts or jovial gestures.
The best thing for all of us
Is to deny you of our goodwill,
Perhaps it will cause you
To grow up
And be more mature.
If not,
It will at least mean the stability & security
Of our happiness & freedom.

I just wanted you to know,
You're not alone,
And I couldn't say it to your face,
Because I was scared.

You're not the first person out of you and me,
To try and dive (die),
And make it to a better side.

It just hit me,
Smack in the head,
I haven't been sad,
Since we met again.
I jump with joy,
I write with grace,
Like you put new life in my pen,
Even if it is to my depression's distaste.