Valenteen - Laura Jean

When I was a child they said I could write

But I just wrote poems about colours

The rainbow from red to blue

a paragraph for every hue

When I closed my eyes I saw red, not black, it’s true —

a riding hood, pale skin in summer —

the darkness shone with crimson light

It warmed me in my bed at night

but I still wrote about colours

Though I wasn’t kissed until I was eighteen

I learned how to make love to you in my dreams

That’s how I make you feel like you do

when you do

Valenteen

No great beauty, I stayed a child

while my friends were going wild

While they paired off two by two

the secret garden overgrew

The branches and the window touched

The vines came in

it was too much

I set a fire, burned alive —

the garden shone with crimson light

Though I wasn’t kissed until I was eighteen

I learned how to make love to you in my dreams

That’s how I make you feel like you do

when you do

Valenteen

You and I have loved before

Maybe we’ve loved even more

Maybe we will love again before our lives come to their end

Well if past, present, future run on parallel lines

I steal my love across all times

Gladly I resort to theft —

let’s spend it 'til there’s nothing left