rain on the rooftops,
the pitter‑patter of it everywhere;
it’s like the tears that fall,
down my cheeks throughout the year.
Memories & thoughts are torment ‑
even though I think, you’re heaven sent.
to hold you in my arms,
brings security & strength;
The love you give lasts,
the endless miles, of our separated length.
Everyday they taunt me,
these memories just serve to haunt me.
Your letters of love,
fly & flutter my heart;
my few in return,
an example of us being apart.
It’s destructive,
being here without you, my Love.
it’s the season of love,
and so it soon approaches;
but, endless miles separate us ‑
I long for your tender touches.
So, I ask of thee ‑ would thou my Valentine be?
wil becker
1994
