Honey-Droplets

Valentine's Day for me is the rosy-cheeked sunrise, the smile of my affection for my beloved pets, and a hint of happiness for the bright days ahead. 
There is a rose bush behind my imagery, self-waking, raw and illicit, amidst the thinking, beautiful love, free life.
Oh, Valentine, what is it for me? I have never tasted your chocolate. Is it sweeter than the honey-droplets of my poetry, lingering around the rim of a cup of tea? 
Is your warm embrace like flying high on the lap of bliss, free as a hummingbird of spring, running my lips over the lips of sweet love? 
Let my imagination think of love, the romantic love that may come knocking on the door of my senses, one Day, tomorrow, maybe.