My Valentenian Nightmare
 
I woke up from a nightmare. 14th of February. You were still with me. Just the thought of you, so fresh, bloomed into vibrant cherry blossoms as if winter left too early as it tiptoed hurriedly amidst the bidding of your presence. These thoughts , so deluding and strangling, yet you were here. I saw you. I remembered you. Your soul, it never left me. Your soul watches over me, I love you, my only Catherine.