A Prelude to Valentine’s Day
The snow doesn’t make my heart grow cold; it simply lifts a tale once left untold— a quiet place where all my loves reside, and you dwell there, warm, safe, inside.
The nights are heavy, winter long, the cold keeps humming its weary song, trying to steal the part of me that holds your every memory. But love won’t yield to winter’s will; it warms the room inside me still.
So I warm my hands by the waiting hearth and shape a paper heart with careful art— ribbons, bows, and lace entwined, a tender place for the note I sign, the one that carries, soft and true, all the love I hold for you.
And when you step through the door once more, with your gentle smile I’ve waited for, I’ll place that heart into your hand. Suddenly spring returns to the land, and Valentine’s quietly begins— for I love you now, and always will, for my love for you can never chill.
by Winter - 1.12.26
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