Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day,

Not for the frail of heart,

The fragile spirited

Or those fearful of love's passion,

With Cupid's arrows flying around

Piercing vulnerable hearts,

Rendering them helpless and susceptible 

To love's tender touch. 

Anyone, anywhere,

With even a semblance of a heart,

Can become a potential target.

Many vulnerable hearts are broken,

But it's Valentine's Day.

Even the whimpering whippoorwill

Begins to sing his solitary, passionate sonnet,

As he searches for his own true love.

Nary a heart is left out in the cold.

There is a real danger of pure passion overflowing

With true love spilling into the light,

As chocolates and roses flit around like butterflies,

Working their timeless magic like songbirds 

Whose power to tease,

Suddenly unleashes the fullness of its fury. 

The ardent poet's pen begins to write by itself,

Its muse running rampant, wild and free.

Testing and tempting the unwary,

Causing unsuspecting lovers and love birds

To be hopelessly lost 

In newly discovered love,

Ultimately causing them to become one forever. 

Such is the nature of Valentine's Day.

Lovers and others, be warned. 

Yes beware, as you are not immune

To the contagion of love's tumultuous passion

 Or Cupid's arrow.