Morrow of Saint Valentine

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Michael Sauve

Twas a solid fortnight agoIn the morrow of Saint ValentineThat thou took Cupid's soul arrow In twi with it, my love divineAnd with it thou replaced my joyWith the rot and decay of thineThou were the candle of my strifeOur born star not allowed to shineWhat once reached mountain's peaksRests cumbersomely with the swineTis a heart's pain without sweet relentToo grand to seek words to defineI kneel in the blood of my ownWeeping amongst this crimson shrineShall never the angels speak againUnto my eve of Saint Valentine

Published More than a year ago

Category Mythology

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