A Lover Watcher
During the first week of February,
Two young lovers on the train,
I watched with knowing smiles,
joining heads, shoulders, and lips.
Weaved, intertwined their fingers,
As if not wanting to part
Each other's company at their
Respective train stop, when reached.
I, a lover watcher, imaged them
To be beautiful heralds of
Lover's Day.
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