Let Love be the tempest
From which all things pour in
Hands formed like a teacup
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Cradling that Love
Spill not a drop in the run
Envy will mock your grace
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Travel the worn path
Drop by drop soak the marshes
Never quench the desert
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With the ground you’ll break
Use wood from trees you have grown
A roof of thatch leaks
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In the throes go blind
Ravage not the innocence
Shelter spirited doves
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If torn at the bloom
Rage will not mend your despair
That horse never tires
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Let go or be dragged
A tragedy of Love ignites
Moths too are drawn to flames
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Should broken bonds fray
Loving gestures gently braid
Lean in to its form
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Famish Hate that once mocked
The nimble grace of Love’s kiss
Drench you in cerise
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Some will give much more
Saturate the moat fear carved
Be a gracious bridge
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Hate knows where Love grows
But all frost weeps in the burn
To fill heart shaped reservoirs
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Yield one to the other
Dovetail the fortress of desire
Twenty-three may unite
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Tell your story only once
By soft candle-lit whispers
Honoring gifted vows
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Lovelore is the lace
By tool and die; stitch or fate
Be its fool or its fly
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Asking will you be mine
We keep to the safest reply
A casualty of risk
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Silk ribbons to bind
Unravel, seductively
Ache the surface climb
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Chastity softens
The moments we squander
Curious by nature
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Replaced by barcodes
Sentimental value cardstock
Signed with Love today
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Rituals confused
Men lined up and shot, left dead
Cupid’s arrow bent
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In full regalia
Transfer the Love you’ve cradled
Be the tempest’s rain & reign
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Rites of passion told
Lesser known by its true name…
Lupercalia
Happy Valentine’s Day. With love,
