Flowers wither, petals blossom
Birds sing, Phones ring
People hug, Kisses meet
Hearts fly so far into the sky,
Roses are the order of the day,
Truly yours letters say.
Presents given, presents received,
Some lie, Others the truth,
Pen meets paper, love letters are written,
Some to shy to say will you be my Valentine?
Knees to the ground they fall.
Five words rule the day "will you be my Valentine?"
‘My life is a communin' between my God and me.’
In spite of this acknowledgment, I hardly know what to be.
I keep on looking, seeking and yearning, but barely can I see.
Verily I know that I have to go, but my heart cannot let me!
Like a bird that is ensnared, scarcely can I set me free,
Just like a flying dove whose scaly leg is tied on a tree.
Nonetheless, I realize I should relax and quietly listen to me!
MY FINE NEST
I have travelled as far as east,
Thruogh homes and lots of streets
In times of laughter, joy and feasts
And moments of sadness, cold and mist.
Within me all events take a twist.
That at times we take to be the least.
But my heart shall always list.
Your name among those it fits.
I have travelled as far as west,
Have gotten tired and had no rest.
In search of only the best,
But no one can take me in for a guest.
It’s hard and truly a test
That lies wide across my chest.
I am to define my quest.
It’s you I built, my fine nest…