Dearest absent Valentine,
What’s in your heart when love is out of town?
Depends how long it lasts,
given love’s condition leaving.
One heart stays,
the other goes;
in between flows
light, heat, hope, desire,
and sometimes trust
broken in the leaving.
Maybe what is known of love
is only our opinion shared.
If accepted,
can love returned
be other than
in the giver’s own opinion?
Accepting all we’re offered
is sometimes not so easy.
Worse
can be demanding more,
before accepting all we’re given.
But is a balanced heart
weighed down
with doubt on one scale, desire on the other,
calling trust
the even measure?
Hope, I think,
is a mesmerizing candle.
Light
is what we’re looking for,
the sparkle
in a vision’s eye.
Light
is all around us
as every lover knows.
Ever blinded,
love comes near to give
and be accepted.
Dearest absent Valentine,
be my transformation.