(Disclaimer: I didn't write this poem. I'm not sure who did. I heard it on
My Funny Valentine, an episode from Everwood. I thought it was so
beautiful, I needed to set it. It's not exactly a chapter, because I'm
stuck in writersblockland, but bare with me. I'll get the next chapter
done. For now, please read this touching poem.)
Dear Valentine, come away with me. If I had a day with you and you only, I would enjoy the simple things, the things that in the end when time steals the rest away are the only things we'll remember. I would paddle you across a still lake in a rowboat. And read poetry to you until you fall asleep. And I would never count the hours.
Dear Valentine, if I had one day with you and you only I would admire every line of your face, every strand of your hair, every graceful movement of your hands, or your eyes or your body. If I had one perfect day- don't you see? My heart beats only for you.
Dear Valentine, these are the things I remember of my love. A warm hand, your warm breath, your warm mouth, your arms around mine. I remember feeling safe...ceaseless... like one person. The two of us still at rest. Entwined. I remember how I felt the first time I kissed you. It felt like the high dive. What do you remember? How will I ever know what was inside your heart. Where do they go, all the things we think and feel but don't say?
Dear Valentine, these are the things I never told you. These are things I need you to know. That I loved you always. And my love was so big it lives still after your gone. I'd like to tell you that I would do it differently. That if I had one more day I would do everything right. But, I know that isn't true. I'd make all the same mistakes. That is, except one- I wouldn't say goodbye.
Dear Valentine, come away with me. If I had a day with you and you only, I would enjoy the simple things, the things that in the end when time steals the rest away are the only things we'll remember. I would paddle you across a still lake in a rowboat. And read poetry to you until you fall asleep. And I would never count the hours.
Dear Valentine, if I had one day with you and you only I would admire every line of your face, every strand of your hair, every graceful movement of your hands, or your eyes or your body. If I had one perfect day- don't you see? My heart beats only for you.
Dear Valentine, these are the things I remember of my love. A warm hand, your warm breath, your warm mouth, your arms around mine. I remember feeling safe...ceaseless... like one person. The two of us still at rest. Entwined. I remember how I felt the first time I kissed you. It felt like the high dive. What do you remember? How will I ever know what was inside your heart. Where do they go, all the things we think and feel but don't say?
Dear Valentine, these are the things I never told you. These are things I need you to know. That I loved you always. And my love was so big it lives still after your gone. I'd like to tell you that I would do it differently. That if I had one more day I would do everything right. But, I know that isn't true. I'd make all the same mistakes. That is, except one- I wouldn't say goodbye.