Crackling fire
Bright colors light the night
As hearts shiver and swoon
The crimson brush of passion
Makes its mark upon the evening air
Ex-lovers collapse
As they find themselves alone
The night leaks a sea of memories
Turned to vapor and blown away
Heads and chests agape
Still steaming with heat
As formal attire
With pockets, sans roses
Remain empty, awaiting another
Never to arrive
Lonesome hearts going cold
Abandoned somewhere dark
Valentines Day
1929

~Galwyn

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