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Still My Valentine

My Valentine is miles from here

and February’s atmosphere

has cloaked the stars.  A snowy shroud

engulfs my heart inside a cloud.

But through the tundra’s ice and snow

I feel his warming afterglow,

a breath across the vast divide

expelled just as he comes inside

my wanton valley, wet and warm –

his shelter from the raging storm.

With Cupid’s arrow plunging deep,

he wakes me from my winter’s sleep.

Our bounding pulses beat as one.

He melts me like a summer sun.

My flower drenched; my petals splayed,

we float atop the love we’ve made.

Eternal Spring has frozen time

forever with my Valentine.

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