pixilated: adj. amusingly eccentric, or prankish

Pixil'd Val ~ a spirited Valentine full of mischief; an impish, cupid-like minx who teases, who knows and plays all the elfin strings to tug that tie to the heart

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pixelated: adj. of an image, the smallest element that can be individually displayed

Pixel'd Val ~ of a Valentine that irreducible drop of rainbow, the paletted dots of rainbow for that portrait in the heart; ...fully felt, a three dimensional love confined to pixel prison in a prism rich, two dimensional world.

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pics-elated: adj. from the quiet joy of caressing a loved one's image with avid and hungry eyes

Valhala Valentine

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Valentines in There

PIXILATED VALENTINE

Pics-l'd Val ~ gaze with eyes bright wide in Valentine wonder and feel the image

~ fly the hills and graze the valleys, brush by velvet curves and glance the hollows,

~ inhale her fragrant forest...soft as lushest moss the skin of his lover's landscape, fertile dream.

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pixy latteed: adj. spirited mischief fueled on caffeine

Pixyl'd Val ~ a high octane Valentine, energetic chaos shot straight to the heart.

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VALENTINE

It is one thing to roam the hills and discover There alone, but a different journey, a richer adventure to share it.

There is that beauty seen but once, that stands alone;

then there is beauty doubled.

If There is half a glass of life, then two will surely fill it.

That was the promise. So we were told.

There was that much fun in the beginning, just to revel in the beauty and discovery of it, There was nothing left to want for. Curious, that vestal beauty spawned infection.

Inflamed and afflicted by beauty, the virus, fevered and solitary, quarantined alone, it was one self aching, a carrier spoiling, yearning to share it.  The germ, a hunger... the spore, a seed feeling...the need, an urge to love.

So poisoned and fatal this beauty's pestilence...but how say it?

Loneliness, in a word.

There were friends, indeed, warm and cherished friendships, but slowly the anchor nudged, loosened, began the rise to surface; belayed moorings began to slip. Beauty needs its champion, but champions need their muse.

It was the short month (in the season of red hearts and roses), began the maneuver, his inward turning positioning for departure. Then it was, There in the glow of Lyceum fire, in the dark and quiet, just before cast-off heading out to wind, a !SURPRISE! instead on Ladybug wings ... There because it was time.

Innocent vamp, seductive goof, an aerial sylph, a hovering muse with boons for heart and mind's amusement bestowing gifts of warmth and glowing sunshine ... tardy, belatedly, very nearly too late ... but love she was ~ my Val in Time.

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