‘Valentine’ by Reid McGrath The Society February 14, 2015 News of Note, Poetry 2 Comments For a girl with rosy cheeks I didn’t know when Valentine’s Day was, and didn’t need to. That day came and went like any other. Now I know it cause you’re perfect, dear; you don’t know what you’ve meant to me, my life, completely ignorant to Love which waters a lush Happiness, as if my rose-like heart were pinched and pent up in my dry yet sunless parchéd chest. You have refreshed; you irrigate my heart. You’re water and you’re sunshine and you’re air that’s unpolluted: cool then warm. You part the darkness of my isolated lair. Now fertile is my chest; and a Love grows, and now you are my Heart; you are my Rose. Reid McGrath is a poet living in the Hudson Valley of New York. Featured Image: “Perfectly Pink” by Barbara Fox Related Post Three Sonnets by J. Simon Harris I. I’ve awed at the Atlantic’s bluest depths, and peered at the Pacific’s deepest blues; the warm blue summer waters of Key West, and cold blue wi... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 2 Responses james sale February 15, 2015 Very moving, Reid Reply Shari Jo LeKane-Yentumi February 23, 2015 Absolutely divine. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.