Today,
Under the eyes of Amore,
I am trying to write down
That which overwhelms me;
This feeling that blooms
In your presence. Please forgive me
If I stumble a little over the words:
There's something inexpressable about you.

I may only write you poetry
And flood your room with roses
On this day reserved for lovers,
But understand:
Every February fifteenth
For three-hundred-sixty-five days and nights
My heart is busy writing
A love song for you.

Today and every day, my darling.

01/26/2002

Posted on 01/26/2002
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