Please remember, you are beauty.
Moulded by the hands of the ones you love.
Carved by the tools of those you despise.
Sculpted by the ancients who inspire you.
Glazed with joy and laughter.
Fired by the flames of passion.
And displayed for all to admire.
Please remember, my dear, you are art of the purest form.

A day when anyone can be lovely,
Giving surprises or gifts.
Someone wants a hug or just a kiss,
There will also be a couple that are lovey-dovey.

Remember it's not a day just for couples,
It could be between your mother or father.
Also give your heart with sweet colors,
It's important to have self love.

A picture captures a dream of a time
That I was living.
A time where the sky was always gold
And no worries were given.
My only responsibility
Was to be back before the streetlights.
Nintendo 64 with my friends
And Nickelodeon all through the night.
I wasn’t bothered by thoughts
Of what people thought of me.
We were true to ourselves
Even if we didn’t know what that meant.

I wonder if I went back now
To meet who I was back then,
Would I be proud of myself
Or see I’m way off track once again?
Have I found my truth
Or did I forget the lessons from youth?
Can’t help but laugh at this photograph.
Oh, it’s time that I went back.

Unseen
Unheard
Yet close to the heart

Everything
Reminds
Me
Of you

You are divine