Valentine

Just like a hallowed
and hallucinated flying dove,
your blaring eyes
and blowing hairs
make me cry
out for your antediluvian love.

Separated by continents,
oceans and mountains,
I long for the quiet of the frigid desert,
and the quintessential
warmth your touch on
my chest and kiss on
my lips will bring to my chirping heart.

Foggy air and frosty
grass envelope, with
a veneer of softness
and tranquility of
heaven, the oscillating limbs of juniper.
And I stare outside,
farther in the east,
and feel deep in
my heart that you
are asleep thousands of
miles afar in the clasp of a passionate lover.

Downcast sky,
with the melancholic
whisper of howling wind,
brings in laggard
feeling with a touch that seems so pristine!
Suddenly I feel the
splurge of your
breath bringing the
freshened aroma
of love thousands
of miles away and
scraping my lips with the sweetest kiss of Valentine.