Feast Of St. Valentine Poem by M.C. Bruce

Only sad humanity
Could take a natural imperative
For propagating the species
And transform it into

Bliss, misery, sin
Salvation, destiny, murder,
Pleasure, poetry, poverty,
Fortune, fame, philandering.

And an excuse to sell
Flowers cards and candy,
Jewelry, Jesus and Buddha.
What ever I left out

Is the rest of the world
And the stars and the other planets
And philosophy and sport and art
And every drop of music

Ever created. But you my love
Make it all new again. And I
Am convinced there was never so happy
A fool as I.