Dear ghost,
Need I remind you of the flame blooming inside you? Oblivious to the moon whispering to you, my love, you have dreamt enough. You have escaped enough. Enough of the red heart flying in the sky. This valentine, I will flirt with verses. Here, I shall swim in the love of little things. Touch the grasses and smile at the sunset. This valentine, I am pink for my self. I shall blush only for the moon. The narcissus simply fell in love with the glass river. Upon reflection, I perhaps am wallowing in loneliness but only if I allow it to be. Here, I shall let it be solitude. This valentine, I write my name in my soul. For in this silence, I heal and relive.
Yours truly,
Singye