Valentine
I’ve always asked myself a question
What is love, what is affection?
Is it a myth? Is it a dream?
Given, yet only to redeem
If not returned, it hurts your soul
Your heart turns into a piece of coal
That burns its way to eternity
A life sentence, love’s penalty
So maybe it’s better not to love
To crush it when still a budding clove
Not let it grow within until
Its heart your life it can chill
But what is each day without two lovers
Two different books without their covers
Their pages will be scattered around
To be mixed and forgotten in this ground
I believe that love is the forever
Whether mate, sister, father or mother
It’s the only thing that death cannot kill
Still it lives and will never still
Love is a religion, reason and end
God’s decision, his son to send
It’s the hell and the paradise
It has no end, yet all it ties
So honor the patron of love this saint
Beheaded, yet without a taint
On February 14th died Valentine
For what, a love that’s not equal to mine