01
Valentine’s Day
I choose the memory of your hands
cupping my face like a prayer.
I choose the stories you told,
woven into the quiet spaces of my heart.
I choose the castles, the palaces,
the old stone bridges you never saw,
but would have loved.
02
Moments
You carry a sweetness,
not heavy, but bright,
a smile that seems to dance
with every word you speak,
bursting with energy,
zest for life spilling over
like sunlight on a morning field.