We met on a summer day. One look and my heart was yours.
I wore red, but you only noticed my friend.
How many months were wasted trying to find you again? Then, one day, you were amongst the books and bookshelves.
You shook my hand, and said you’d write. You never did.
Each time I thought I had forgotten you, you waltzed back into my life. Only long enough to cut my heart but not the thread that binds my thoughts to you. Then, you waltz away again on the wind.
Your politeness divides us more than the pond. The saints belong to you, not to me…and yet, it will be St. Valentine’s Day soon. Will you ever be mine?
Love,
February
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pineapplegongzhu
February 2, 2020 at 9:38 AM
Day 2
We met on a summer day. One look and my heart was yours.
I wore red, but you only noticed my friend.
How many months were wasted trying to find you again? Then, one day, you were amongst the books and bookshelves.
You shook my hand, and said you’d write. You never did.
Each time I thought I had forgotten you, you waltzed back into my life. Only long enough to cut my heart but not the thread that binds my thoughts to you. Then, you waltz away again on the wind.
Your politeness divides us more than the pond. The saints belong to you, not to me…and yet, it will be St. Valentine’s Day soon. Will you ever be mine?
Love,
February