by Cleo Jane
a young monks quest for love
|His heart soared as he left the monastery,
Soon his love from afar would be his lady.
Only once had they met,
Over a leper- like kismet.
The moment their hands had touched near what could have been a spleen,
His lost dreams of love once again were given wing.
He had helped many a couple find love before,
But his faith in his vows had always been sure.
Never had he wished for his very own Valentine,
Now suddenly all thoughts had been turned to 'Mine! Mine! Mine!!!'
For such a dainty flower as she only the best would do,
A posy full of blossoms tinged violet, red, and blue.
'Flowers are all well and good,' he said to himself,
'What she really needs though is a card for us to one day display on our shelf!'
After a long search he finally found a card to turn her cheeks pink,
The shopkeeper rang it up with a smile and a wink.
Now to the Abbey he must carefully stride,
For until their marriage was assured his love he must hide.
Over a garden wall and through a small gate,
There was no one in sight- his liaison was helped by fate!
Looking around he saw his love coming near!
Alas the Mother Superior followed her- he was struck dumb by fear.
"On what errand have you come brother, and with such a lovely bouquet?"
Thinking quickly he held out his gifts to the Mother, "I wanted to make sure you weren't forgotten this Valentine's Day."
He tried to tell his love what he really meant with his eyes,
And was heartbroken to see that he was one she did not recognize.
He mumbled a goodbye, his heart torn to shreds,
Back home in his room he swore that true love must be dead.