Dear Valentine
A bit late, but a sonnet for Valentine's Day.
Dear Valentine,
A rose for you, dear Valentine,
One of deepest red to match your
Hair of darkest black that does shine
In the moonlight. Will you be mine?
It withers in your hand, dearest,
I should have remembered that yours
Is the hand that relieves greatest,
and least, of life. Will I be yours?
I feel so cold now, oh my love,
Shadows edge my vision, my love,
I fall beneath the great wheel, love,
My words are coming harder now.
And so I ask, will you be mine?
And so I fear, will I be yours?