The woman I would be
If I were the woman
My lover sees

Would be a woman
Whose smile seduces the sun
And makes a slave of the moon;

A woman who would bend the tides
To her will
And unravel the cosmos
With her mind.

But I am not this woman
My lover sees.

I am just a woman
With hair greying
And wrinkles deepening
And patience fleeting
As the years shuffle past.

Yet my lover sees
This woman he sees

And I weep for this vision of me
That my lover keeps

Happy Valentine's Day.

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