The photograph I caught that day -
It wasn't meant to be a perfect shot
Of you, and how you walked on mine fields
Waiting to be slaughtered.
"It just turned out that way."
That's what you told me.

The ever-tragic look on your face
In the winters that kill your blossom
Stays with me all year this time,
And I force a smile again.
Your voice still ringing in my ears,
I stand alone.

Winter is here again,
And your favorite flower dies before your gravestone.
Winter is cruel and cold
And the warm winds cease to blow.

With your hardened body close to mine
And the delicate tears that bloom ahead of time,
I'll throw the flowers in with you today,
My painless Valentine.

I will always be waiting here
For the look on your face
That reminds me of the winters past.
Harping on the things that you hated -
Condemn the blasphemy.
Who can blame you in your padded box?

And here I lie forgetting
All the things you had for us.
In spite of myself,
You're all but gone from me.

Winter is ending though,
And your favorite flower should be blooming soon.
Winter is nearly over
And the warm winds blow again for you.

With your freezing hand so close to mine
And the delicate tears that bloom ahead of time,
I'll throw the flowers in with you again,
My pallid Valentine.

"White and purple beauty in a silver lining
Paid to be my poverty - Aren't they adorable?"
Of course they were.

Winter is over now,
And your favorite flower blooms so shamelessly without you.
Winter is just a memory
And the warm winds blow regardless.

With this bloodless, faded photograph of mine
And the delicate tears that bloom ahead of time,
I'll throw the flowers in with you for now,
My precious Valentine.