Evergreen.

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

Nonetheless.

And I weep for this vision of me

That my lover keeps

Evergreen.

Happy Valentine's Day.