Who Is It That Played Upon The Strings Of My Heart? Poem by Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)

Is that you, who sent me the gifts
On a day when one cannot well refuse?
The heart-warming practice
Seems to cover, cover everything
Under beautiful winged clothes.

The roses and chocolates, together with
The sentimentally-written card,
They all smell so sweet, and heavenly,
So tender and soft they are,
Just like the romantic spring breeze.

I love the day, mainly because of love;
It's so precious for all the lonely hearts,
And so rare, for the loves in bud.

Feb.13th,2009.