Ode to St Valentine…

 

 

Those sad red roses that smelled so sweet

Seemed to wither  to nothing in my hand

For by comparison to you my love

What chance did they ever stand!

 

So here we are at St Valentine’s Day

It’s only you that I’ll ever need

My heart and my soul I gave to you

And for me, my spirit you freed.

 

©Joe Wilson – Ode to St Valentine…2015