I see now i have taken for granted
the little things together we planted

not a word typed from you in years
nothing left but these empty tears

your writing's have run out of gas
like your grave that I can not pass

locked away on this fan story site
when I think of all the things you write

you shared with me all your stories
all the abuse and all glories

memories now in the whispering wind
dyeing like a fire without any tind

I know you would have loved this poem
I hope you have friends so you can show them
you will always be my valentine
even though we are clandestine

ways my wife can not comprehend
the love we shared will have no end

a love affair with only words
with deeper meanings un absurd

but till death we never parted
i reach to you for what we started

you will always be my lover
with valentines and Russel Stover

happy valentines day my love and friend
to your soul my love I send