Valentine?

Your arms are like soft woollen blankets

Shielding my soul from the chill of each day

Your smile frees the cloud from the greyest of skies

Your aide ever lightens my way

Your eyes and their tend to the middle

Are like pools as a child where I played

Your verve for the discos and falling in late

Are the Blue Peter sculptures I made

Your lack of a follicle gathering

Recalls, sand dunes I'l bound as a child

You breath is the gale that wilts October leaf

Your dress sense the call of the wild

This began as a tribute to honour

All that reminds me of you

From the aim of your spit

To the smells you emit

I pay homage to all that you do

The toenails the missiles in combat

Hitting your nose-trimmer and lap as they land

The grunts and the chunner

Of teeth through the summer

As you lay like scorched lobster in sand

The smog as you leave in the morning

The crack of your gears round the bend

All the odd things you eat

Their affect and repeat

The second hand presents you send

The lack of authentic perception

Calling a shovel, to much like hard work

The towel knoll, blind aim for the toilet

The bath filled with beer cans and murk

As the 14th once, more becomes closer

And lovers consider their marital bliss

You will hole up on the sofa with luck

Me? I'll be chewing the adage

What you aint got you're unlikely to miss

lex ?04