For a Valentine

You are the star that throbs the winter's dusk,
The letter that I never read before.
You are the chestnut, creamy from the husk.
When life slams shut, you are the door.

You are the light that shines my dark words true.
They only need to start and end with you.

Alison Brackenbury

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