Late Valentine

The day of lovers,
Lover's past,
In remembrance of our dear st. valentine,
Is where thy story takes place,
None to simple, yet none to complicated,
It started on a dreamy winter day.

The sun a shine,
He looked divine,
As if the beauty of the day was created by his beauty alone,
But no, the beauty of the day was created by my dearly beloved saviour,
And no other could recreate it,
This is the same for the beauty in front of my eyes.

I sit await on this monotonous day,
And then he caught my eye,
His eyes unlocked my soul,
And he took me prisoner with but a short gaze,
With that I was awoken,
No longer did the day seem mundane,
Everything seemed to glow in that dreamy kind of way,
Have I found love?

No I must not rush things,
For love takes time,
It is patient and kind,
At least that's what I have read from the great book of wisdom,
So although we have just met,
And only met with a gaze of the eye,
I must not get ahead of myself,
For now at least let me gaze at you in secret,
For someone of your beauty could never love me,
But please be kind enough to allow me that at the very least,

I will not boast that I have found love,
for I have found a love that can never be mine.