Even if other arms claim you in lust,
even if the trace of your passions
still lingers in other beds, other rooms,
in cities lost in labyrinths of memory…
Even it the portals of your playful heart
have opened to multiple affections,
stories fueled by pain and also desire,
even if the caresses of unforgiving Time
slowly cover your once worshipped body,
wrapping your limbs in elusive immortality…
I will still celebrate your very existence,
I will still keep the finest red rose for you,
you are and will always be my Valentine.
