Valentine I am in love with your soul, and as such there can never be another. It happened so fast too, a glance, a conversation, a touch. I wish I could turn back time to be there in your embrace once more, skin to skin, yet until the universe wishes it there is nothing either of us can do. Yet I hope, dear Valentine, that I'm there in your soul forever as you are in my own.
Valentine, how is it that your eyes captured my soul as easily as a camera captures a scene? How is that you see me in high definition when all others get is a pencil-sketch?
Valentine, if you are the cocoon then I will be your butterfly; yet should gales come, should bullets fly, you will then be quite safe wrapped up in my wings.
Valentine, before we met your soul was a whisper on every warming breeze, the poem of every flower's aroma.
Valentine, held in your arms I am free, yet free of your arms I am in chains.