The flush in my cheeks turned feverishly hot,
Every sensation stronger than I would’ve thought,
And every second that lingers and passes on by
Is another second I have spent pondering why:
Why does the sky seem so much more radiant
as if every single colour was a contrasted gradient?
Why do my fingers cringe with such desire?
Your touch has set the tips on fire.
And why, why do I feel that all the sadness on the Earth
no longer affects me, no longer has worth?
I suffer from such a disconcerting disease
Of love, of longing, of overflowing ease,
And if I were ever to chance upon an aid
I’d dispose of it in seconds to keep my love arrayed.
Caught in a state between hysteria and bliss,
I’ll be turned blind by emotion given the kiss,
And even in my dreams, this paradise continues to exist,
A conjured up storm of emotions in midst.
Let this moment last, let it never wear away,
This beautiful bliss from Valentine’s Day.