The complexity of her face
intense of thought
no time to dream
so it seemed.
As I walked up from behind
it crossed her mind
a present from past
not long ago
here again today
to know one
last time.
Happy Valentine
C.K.D.
its never to late till
the morrow runs.
02/14/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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