Ankica Anchie - poem
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BE MY VALENTINE
I do not ask you for a red rose.
A rose is fragile - love must not be
I ask you to be the silence in which I recognize myself
That quiet chord trembling beneath the fingers of fate
while the world passes by, unaware
that a miracle is happening inside a single glance
Be my Valentine
as the sea is faithful to the shore -
not because it must,
but because it always returns
There is something ancient in your eyes,
as if we met before language,
before names,
before the dates people invented
to tame eternity
When you come close,
the city falls silent as if listening.
Your breath carries the scent of promise -
not the spoken kind,
but the one that lives in the bones
Be my Valentine
not as a title,
not as a custom,
but as shelter from the storm -
and as the storm itself
in which I am not afraid to be drenched
For love is not a flower on a table.
Love is a fire beneath the skin
It is not a word -
but a silence that understands
If you love me,
love me as one loves the last sip of water
in a desert of days
As one loves the light
after a long return from darkness
Do not promise me eternity.
Just stay when morning comes,
when evening removes its makeup,
when reality undresses the dream
Then I will know
you are not only my Valentine,
but my companion through time -
my bridge across silences,
my home without walls
And when all holidays pass,
when calendars lose their meaning,
and years fall like late autumn leaves,
if I still find peace
in your hand,
I will know -
love was never a moment
It was a destiny
we bravely chose
Humanist, Poetessa and writer
