On this happy/sad day that vexes some and pleases others, a poem:

Amor(e)ros

Hard flower of my Heart

Flower of my secret

Flower of my secret Heart

 You Bloom

Your feathers unfold and prick

In the night-heated dark.

 You push apart

The fleshy petals of my heart

As it resists

And there you glow

Bright, White and Golden

A molten Presence with wings

Wings of Desire

Wings of Fire

Male, godlike, harsh, fleet

In a moment Gone,

 Absence in your wake, like Valentine’s Day.