Valentine
A winged cherub, blind With golden arrows armed... The cosmic planets all aligned By Cupid's beauty, the entire world is charmed. With a love that swoons the birds to sleep within their twiggy beds And makes the mountains quake and fall unto the sea.. A love that paints the roses red... And makes hearts sing with glee! After a cruel winter... a reprieve.. The World welcomes back the Sun... And rejoices in relief There is love and joy in the horrizon A day of friendship and romance A day when hearts fall within Cupid's armorous trance. Written February 9th, 2002 © on Feb 09 2002 07:09 AM PST, Mary Aris love • love1
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"A winged cherub, blind..."