Valentine by Edea Baldwin


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Crushed rose petals,
Like the velvet dressing gown
You wore that day
Fallen petals trod
Underfoot,
The soft golden dust
At the heart of the rose,
All that remains,
Clinging to the stem
For dear life

The curling, deep crimson
Of the petals,
All that is left
Of my desire,
The scarlet like blood
Though the edges are
Blackening

Oh make me bloom again,
Unfurl a soft new bud
Scented like the redolence
Of your velvet;
No one else can
Breathe this life into
Sweet being;
You hold the key,
Clutched tightly in
Your gentle hands.