Saint Valentines Undying Lore
Poetry is lipped as ink drips on an ornamented card
Violets in a stream of blue as the roses bud
A red heart shape is enhaloed on our heads
As a silent sweet serenade drifts our words
Like opposite magnetic poles we are amorous
And we sink ourselves in the Red Sea of romance
A measure of satiety, is to treasure what we have
A father was once blinded by hate, his girl sighted by love
With a farewell valentine letter before her lover’s slaughter
Saint Valentine restored sight to his jailer’s daughter
Julia’s valentine saw and reveled in the sacrifice of purity
One who is blind to love will never know true beauty
It was in the lonely dark corners of a monastery
In a month of purity, in the heart of February
The secrets in their hearts, beamed in their eyes
Love could not hide away like flowers under wraps
What was the value of a relic thought, if it is unwritten
Vows breaking vows they wedded when romance was forbidden
The blood of the martyrs of romance does not cry out
It sings in melodies that a throb cannot drown out
Like joyous lovebirds chirping the day away on cloud nine
Before they fly over the moon on the night of valentine
Our eyes stray, our bodies sway as love leads the way
Free to love for today is Saint Valentine’s day
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2020
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