late posting from Valentine's day

You couldn't be my teenage valentine -
a flower, a card, a kiss, and 'love' galore.
And neither are we ever intertwined;
I cannot say in vain 'forever more'.
But I will be your lover for today
and I will stop defending what might come
and I will take your doubt and fear away
because I ache with love to see you bloom.
Your joy, affection, temper, frown and fun,
so soon unstraightened hair and bruised thighs,
the best of thoughts and care for everyone
will ever be, to me, your shining eyes.
Your words are music memorised, photos save our place,
which neither time, nor distance, nor any change ever will erase.