‘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 ‘Letter to England: For Tommy Robinson’ by Josep... I. But yesterday, your noble fathers bled Upon the fields of France, where countless dead Had found among the vines their final rest, To gild with... 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 Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email.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.