Happy Valentine’s II

it’s morning love, to shift through feelings, as warm as cider; there’s such as radiance, the scents of love, to tackle the subconscious, to flutter with butterflies. why have i loved you: the ocean’s ridge, the skies’ hills, the valley’s rivers? i hold us in a thought, where tentacles cleave—to hours fatelike; i perish the magnitude, of divine humans, building a fortress—in the exospheres: the challenge of love—to soar a miracle—bruised by existence. oh the mysticism—ever to feel you, parted by miles: the realms of love, to suddenly shiver, as fluid as chai tea. the forest in evergreen, a cave of studies, an oasis travelled; to touch the tides, to wrestle the waves, seeping into the seas. life is knitted memoirs, the drifting of kites, the asphalt of trekking trails; we chime like roses, to lilt like lilies, to dance like daisies; for this is love, a tear for the garden, where a dragon sleeps; for love heals, to exchange gifts, to share a poem: the here for hearts, the now for fevers, our lives a puzzle with keys.

i adore such favor—bestowed upon love, as fated as evolution; the rock of us, the sediments of traits, the roots of character; to float so freely, a maze for surprises, to put forth such effort; to see for love, a small chateau, a pond of petals; where love is fervent, threaded in freedoms, to assure the length of life. oh for kingdoms, akin to ours, the ships that met at high peaks. the choir is singing, the liturgy is flaming, our tenets are speaking; to pardon morning moodiness, to bathe the tension, to scramble eggs with turkey sausages; for this is love, through ripples that flourish, to carry a modicum of pain; to see it for response, this riddle of lives, our very nature.