VALENTINED – for H B-C-M

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I’d like to tell you what’s on my mind

how you’ve been truly Valentined.

But, sad to say,

you are away,

and I am left behind….

 

So, instead,

line by line,

I’ll have a go,

though possibly ill defined

and

inadequate, I know,

to capture, collate,

yes, celebrate,

the essence of my Valentine…

 

You’re Greek sunshine,

butter cream, refined.

Gambian river trips

little egret sun flushed wingbeat dips

in African magical time.

Mimicking the whistling song

of the little owl,

spurning luxury Egyptian cotton

for the favoured

budget beach towel.

Coffee flavoured,

early morning bird watch savoured,

the gruffly monkeyed howl.

 

You’re the startling sweep of starling,

the hummingbird roosting,

the bullfinch soft and pink,

the wren, the goldfinch,

flamingo, osprey, parakeet,

the jacana too, quetzal sweet.

If you were a bird,

a thought, perhaps absurd,

I’d have to name you

Darling.

You’re still adored,

in Chilean fjord.

Blue whale spotting

semi globe trotting

sharing the longer view.

Fighter, then writer,

trader, waiter, painter too,

there’s no way (nor reason for)

of pigeon holing you.

You’re Newport Bay,

Parrog ice cream delicious days,

the shifting Welsh seashore.

You’re Costa Rica,

Argentina, Falklands and Uruguay.

Senegal, Canada, Utah, Montana,

Venice, Florence, France and Spain.

Oh my!

How can it be so?

You take me to

the sweet by and by,

again, again, again.

You’re laughter in the morning,

London show nights,

Parisian delights,

and ever, the afterglow.

 

You’re the best of every day

in each and every way…

 

I could go on,

but maybe best confined,

to render you sublime,

my constant wish

to remain entwined,

to cherish and adore,

my ever lovely

Valentine…

 

So please,

once more,

be mine.

 

 

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