February

One beautiful afternoon With my precious bicycle I roam around In a city of love where couples are in love And I give each girl a rose The couples--- at their most beautiful smile A picture of perfect pulchritude And the sky witness how each corner blossoms His compatriot clouds agree--- walk smilingly! Oh, February! Forget the miseries even just for a day! I drop off and turn to the fountain of love Coins, like silver glimmer in the roots of water An instant glimpse of every pure but homeless heart Then a poke draws out my attention An angelic, little face offers his coin to me With wrinkles in my forehead he left me Still startled I stare at the coin But the coin joins in the circle of silvers Another count of a pure but homeless heart Now filled--- with your astonishing pair of blue eyes "February" Lyn Jenne