valentine for lovers

i have knelt by your wicker basket
i have entreated you with teary brows
perchance my love like a phoenix should rise
from the ash of incertitude

but you were ill fated with love
as well as with age
so how will thou plan this umbrage
how doth the frail lead the weary

but i have seen an elixir
yond the brooks of vanity
where souls soar like eagles
and nest neath genteel sequoias

where vanity is drowned in compassion
lust covered in a cloak of passion
hearts racing to reach a common height
where the hearts sighs, the soul relaxes

let us all rise
young thespians of passion
and define in true terms
the womb of this emotion

for then shall it bear our will
and her fruit dance to our thoughts
and moments revered we shall have
in time cemented forever