Valentine

Valentine



How could I not?
How could I not think of my love when the flowers of  trees   
must be read a romantic riot act? 
How could I not when the bees burst
with a honey'd thirst amongst a dew-dropp'd morn?
How could I possibly think of another world of muted, mutual fire
when walking together down a shaded path of lavenders and pink ...  when you art with me?
Where could I possibly tread, like a sojourner's soul earthen-bound,
without a kindred spirit to embrace the senses with me?
When will this ever end - this entwined bliss of together
that knows no name yet fills every void?
Who wouldest take my place if I, dove-like and unwilling,
be sent to the places of Angels, o Cupid accomplice?
What must I do, with every loving, breathing breath
now and forevermore ... breathe the breath of Love ...
... back into you?
The gods give unto me, from the heavens of constellation
a dawn and evening star from morn to night through ...

There is one thing in Life that convinces me
that I am the luckiest person in
the whole wide world ....

You