Valentine

each day i rise and think of you
what poem to send or verse to write
and try to say with words too few
the thoughts I had in bed last night
in bed alone, it’s all so sad
no sweetheart here to press against me
breasts and bottom silky dryad
casting garden spells of beauty
too long to wait a week or two
to hold you close to touch to smell
through tangled sheets my nymph pursue
and slide encased within your well
then dreaming watch the stars align
And in my arms my valentine