Valentine
As if a time,
a day, a date,
could in any way
dictate
the tides and times
of love.
It never has
it never will,
nor seasons
fulfil,
some primal age
of love.
And Valentines
again comes round.
Some things lost,
some things found,
and yet the sound
and it is a sound
of love
retains a voice
and melody
that starts and ends
with you and me.
kw 2026
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