Malva and Orpheus

For Valentine's Day, I don't think I ever quite liked this special occasion since it comes with a lot of painful memories... but to give out my heart to someone who's been in my life and supported me really was an encouragement. So to the person who has my heart, I present this poem to him.

On the cherry blossom tree

You gave your life for me

The red that appears

On that silvery sheen

I am your Malva

And you are my Orpheus

It seems like the situation is the same

For it appears to be

That I’m destined for my own

The violin whispers through the wind

And your voice carries through

The melodies of the strings

The waves roar out the melody

That you wrote for me

As if the earth knew what you were to me

And the snow glistens

As the melodies grow louder

and the peace is forever remembered

in this cool dark night

where we once shared a couple kisses

under the evergreen tree

The lights suddenly turn on

And your pitch black eyes

Stare right into mine

Without a doubt

Nor hesitation

You said,

You love me.

Droplets of salt water

Came rushing down

Because I know you’ll be away

By tomorrow’s rising dawn

But I don’t care

And I just smile

Because I know

You love me

This happiness that does not dare

To disappear, and with the glow

That brightens you

The melodies by Mother Earth

Comes alive

As the fireworks in the night

Explode with colour and bright

Here, as the snow creates the land

And the water bounds the graves

I can only say

Staring right back at you

With this glass in between,

I love you. 

This poem was created for the intention of speaking out our memories and our past that we shared together. This person, who I wanted to give, is a person of kindness and... just a normal unique boy who I happen to love. 
It's a simple poem really, stating the experiences of how we met and how we ended. It's nothing special but at the same time, it's something that speaks of the importance between the past that we shared. I would like to give a valentine's letter with this poem in mind, to remind... perhaps, myself, of how much I still love him.