Best-Wishing Valentine Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

To a friend

Ah, how best to readdress,
To you what can for good impress
By universal application:
It's none but amplitude of Passion!

Saints' hairs might stand nigh on end
Wherever Cupid's shaft might rend
The Heart's most fine and gentle tissue,
When it with Reason is at issue.

The bow taut - you've pierced, good odds,
With Passion wrought -what looks, what words!
Benumbed poors sank the abyss
Where art ye go? Stop! Quo vadis?

Unfathomed depths devour them!
Whence doth this sweet affair stem? -
From beastly pangs of feeding Cupid
With sacred blood. To bleed's not stupid

But be revered, heaven-bound!
So, strive to love to wade and sound
The dire rapids and smooth raptures
Since He in new shots life recaptures

To make sublimity and rave
For you to ride a topmost wave,
When you are pushed to fly headlong
To shocks of love rash ere long!