Valentine Woman

Valentine Woman

A decorous, wild, volatile woman,
Sometimes a fierce, lonely nymph blushing.
A heart made of intricate lace,
Sometimes speaking with fire,
Leaving an essence that lingers.
You taste a delicate passion that whispers beloved.
Beguiled, dazzling silhouette of an ancestor.
Behold your creation and nestle your divine.

Your fabric is resistance,
A brocade brooch is your heart.
Droplets of loneliness are rich on your cheeks.
Bitter aromas blend with your flaring nose.
Chosen green eyes entice the aged,
Fierce bohemian they encounter.

Mischievous is your countenance.
Creation is your birthright,
Descendent daughter of angels,
The keeper of doves who hearken the holy.

Restless silence is your isolation.
A graceful falcon you are deserted, condemned.
Your prison is a restless quiet,
Where you lurk with varnished luster.
Drenched with embraced detachments,
Your reverence unfolds emptiness.
Instinct is your coating.
Repressed is your smoky journey into richness.
A decorous, wild, volatile woman.