YOURS NOT VALENTINE’S ( LOVED DAILY AS FEBRUARY FOURTEENTH)

Pretty little thing you hold a big black heart,
Eyes wide open you sleep walk in my day dreams,
Dreaming in day, sleepless at night, my fears I can’t fight,
You hold life in palms you stole auctioned free,
My heart has been broken, trampled, and all fragments scattered,
Trudging men have ground faiths pieces blown by mighty winds, love shattered.
Powdered a heart beyond repair, once a heart? beyond thoughts of “used to be”.
You are not God, how could you breath life to death,
You took the mold, tiny faith’s hands winded impossibility love antonym,
You are God’s stencil of beauty, penciled as wholly fair you are perfection’s smiling definition,
The mole on your left cheek, your giggle and grin,
Your imperfections perfectly perfect, you dwindle grim and all withering greens.
For valentine’s petals that fall would mock your ever green,
Leather that tears and gold that lives more than us is vanity,
I give you this, your making not Valentine’s; a beating heart not fooling charms,
Forever yours is this, that, those and all mine, dance to the tune of your drums.