Hi, so I didn't buy flowers

Hi,

so I didn't buy flowers,

petals aren't a price tag for love I think,

I thought of places you've never been,

You've been to my soul,

the chapbook office where I keep my poems,

the garden,

the bustling city - of course you drive through that everyday,

your house with the brown door.

I've watched peter-pan together with you,

and we've wished upon ourselves

that our hair turns grey but our love must not become stale.

must ! - I'd add an exclamation here.

We've laid our backs on the grass and we've shaken our feet to the stars,

all these we've done every Valentine

and every other day.

I thought of what universe your soft ribs haven't given an abode.

Dear, I thought of a painting,

Rainy Day by Gustave Caillebotte,

Two simple souls under an umbrella

her arms in his, walking gently on that Paris street.

I desire to take you to the art gallery to see the art,

a young artist on my street painted something like it and I want us to go there under an umbrella.

Yours.