Valentine's Day Writings

LOVE

Not for roses nor candy nor gifts would I love him, 

but for his sincere smile?

Always.

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my sort of thing 
in the summer i go to this little beach
there's usually maybe one or two old guys
fishing and if the tide is low there's this rock
that i sit on a ways out on the beach 
and i write in my journal 
poetry short stories 
thoughts and feelings
that sort of thing
and last time i went there was a few days
after i met him and i barely wrote a word
because all i could do was sit and stare
at the sea and pretend we were together
holdings hands kissing
staring touching loving
that sort of thing