Saturday, February 13, 2010
When I think of you, my Valentine,
I think of a safe place to lie each night
in a room of contentment
feeling the heat radiating from you.
And what is love but a safe place
to exist in a frightening world?
I could pull my heart out and offer it to the universe,
but it would be you, my Valentine,
who would take it and silently protect it
in your hands forever.