Tiramisu

My dearest of valentines
Again we meet
To share cake and wine
And shake off defeat.

I am never on my own
When this day comes around
But your eyes come to mind
Sincere and honor bound.

A day I put violets in your hair
The memory above the rest-
Picking blueberries, stains on fingers
And hearts – forever bless’d.

Bring us to a close – with fondness
The roses in your cheeks will swear
We did not go the distance, my dear-
But none will say the love was not there.

blueberries

5 thoughts on “Tiramisu

  1. WordPress seems to have somehow caused us to slip each other, but all is well: here we are again, and this… is exquisite. ๐Ÿ™‚

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