Once again, ‘Lovey’, it’s Valentine’s Day! and cliche, I know, to say, “You shot my heart wit’ chore arrow.” Imps, with wings, and bows and things abound; but what I found is you,YOU! have pierced me deep, yes, and to the quick! the marrow. Time takes a toll from when we were on a roll..in the bathtub, out for a sunset stroll; but vows, “I do!” remember..when we stood on a grassy knoll; in the park (you recall) and pledged our love forever..together, solemnly we said them before God, and our friends, “..until death do us part.” To the end! in sickness and in health, Darling! and all the rest; and you have been faithful in these..while all I done was make art (or something, like). Times..times when I have thought, “I’m a goner!” you gave me pure water; and when I lost all sense of myself you pulled me down off the shelf and dusted me with a feather..plucked from your angel wing. Yes, you,YOU! you make me sing. When I am restless, you open the door, and let me out to soar up,UP! the high heaven; ’til after, a little while later in dying moonlight I tire, and crash-land, again! in your arms..out here on the farm, oo-oozing low-level emissions of contaminants radiating slight voltages, and such..cruel physics! cruel elements! cruel world, “Auf wiedersehen!” Just kidding, please, no..no, no, please! do not be sad; and please, O! please..Please, please,PLEASE! forgive!! only forgive this wretched doggerel (of mine), for I’m but a lowly poet. But I am your poet, dearest, yours! your one, and only, faithful..mon-gr-el, “Grr-rr!” Christopher Valentines, TWO-1, 2023..Twenty-twenty-four? we’ll see..God willing, we’ll see. ~c. (c.c.,P-s: Don’t ever let the fire get cold, Comrade! and no colluding! no colluding around, see?) ~c.