A Holiday for the Heart
There's a batch of romance
now simmering in the heart—
add red wine and it's very sweet,
the degree of love determines its heat.
There's a pink perfume sunrise
waiting patiently for its turn—
its rays are bright, though bittersweet born,
a thread for mending hearts torn.
There's a book of poetry
blown open by the wind—
a million words the poets have said,
always a favorite: Roses are red…
There's a day reserved for love
bearing cards and cliché—
the candied tradition our hearts
know as Valentine's Day.
From the books Kairos (print version only)
and 10 Love Poems
now simmering in the heart—
add red wine and it's very sweet,
the degree of love determines its heat.
There's a pink perfume sunrise
waiting patiently for its turn—
its rays are bright, though bittersweet born,
a thread for mending hearts torn.
There's a book of poetry
blown open by the wind—
a million words the poets have said,
always a favorite: Roses are red…
There's a day reserved for love
bearing cards and cliché—
the candied tradition our hearts
know as Valentine's Day.
From the books Kairos (print version only)
and 10 Love Poems
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