Your candy hearts and messages of love
provide a trail, like breadcrumbs, up the walk.
The tea lights glow in lanterns up above
reflecting in the ice beneath the dock.
I follow past the river to the pines,
directed under winter's quiet veil
by roses laid in delicate designs,
each petal filled with passionate detail.
Upon this path of mystery I rise
to find your cozy cottage on the crest.
You're waiting there, the ultimate surprise,
your escapade, I never would have guessed.
My Valentine this February eve,
tonight our trail has just begun to weave.
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