Contest entry for Feb. prompt. Cupid valentine.
Wandering slowly through the store
inhaling the aged smell.
Antique furniture, coins, and more,
a unique mix, I could tell.
There had to be a real treasure.
I could feel impending glory.
Little did I know the measure
of the old unfolding story.
I meandered toward the back,
where my heart did truly lie.
Forgotten books, haphazard stack.
I caressed one with a sigh.
A valentine, yellow with age,
falling from an ancient text.
I gently turned the fragile page.
Purely magic, what happened next.
Cupid's arrow's mark was true,
for printed there in rhyme,
were heartfelt words of love anew.
Taking me back in time.
My dearest Jane,
Though I leave within the week for my sojourn across the sea,
I leave you with my heart. Be my Valentine!
I fear I tarried far too long.
My words may be abrupt and strong.
Alas, there is no time to waste
My darling Jane, we must make haste.
You will be lonely, not alone.
My heart remains with your own.
Will you stand by me, share my life?
I am asking you to be my wife.
Cupid's laugh gleefully pealing
from the Heavens far up above.
What is this euphoric feeling?
Dear God... so this is love!
Marry Me Jane.
Love forever, Joe
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