Valentine

The day was fourteenth, of February Two Thousand Nine
Attending the wedding I was, of a friend of mine
While celebrating the world was, the day of Valentine

Knowledge I had of that, going I was to follow suit
Companion of a lifetime, I was to find down that route
Knew I not though, how long will be the commute

Valentines had come and gone, they had all been the same
Matter they did not, such had been the mind’s frame
Change it was to, as they would now bear her name

Who she was, where she was, this I knew not
A picture of her in mind and there was her thought
See her when I did, my imagination she caught

Long are the conversations and the days are divine
Surreal is this life and every moment of it pristine
Now that I have her, every day is the day of Valentine