I wrote this one in my English class on Valentine's Day – we had to make a valentine for someone, and she told me that it didn't have to be a real person. Naturally I wrote about Erik. Interesting V-Day anecdote – I decided early on that Erik was my valentine, and if I were to receive any sign of POTO throughout the day, it would signify that he was wishing me a happy Valentine's Day. Well, late at night, my father let me choose a flower from a bouquet he'd gotten my mom to keep for myself. It was a perfect, long-stemmed red rose. I don't need to tell you that it's a POTO trademark.
This is not one of the poems entered in the contest.
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I watched your shape from the shadows,
I hear your voice in the night.
Show me that I have not watched you in vain,
Brighten my darkness with love's starry light.
The rose of our love is a dangerous thing,
Piercing my heart with its poisonous thorn,
But its beauty is joy for both our souls
As it blooms in the dewdrop spattered morn.
In the silence that wraps the darkness of night
I catch the music you sing for me,
And following its echoing, ethereal sounds,
You lead me to shadow, where only you see.
Time and again you've told me love is blind
There must be a reason you wish this to be true
So ignoring the mask that shields your face,
I follow, I love, I sing only for you.