Valentine

if she still heard
without you speaking a word
if you cried out
when she was hurt

nothing matters, heat or cold
when your hands hold
Walking under the blinding sun
is unadulterated fun

there is nothing like pain
because together you live and slain
footprints in the sand
are also conjoined

even if the world came in the way
your attention will not sway
nothing else intresting to bother
you are made for each other.