Dear Valentine
A bouquet of red red roses
for you
only
I
brought
in the long rain
from the runaway
mountains
which glowed in the evening twilight.
I wanted to plant a kiss on your burning cheeks
I wanted to hold your soft jasmine white hands
I wante to share the fragrance of your dark locks of hair
I wanted
I wanted so many things like that
To walk on the side of the gentle river
To go to our fav hang out
crossing the palmyards
I waited for the Valentines Day
To see your hasnuhena smile,
Recalling how we went together
in the wheatfields, in the lakeside
in the agony of the rain.