Memories Of St Valentine Poem by Kevin East

Love is happiness trembling, resembling a rose
A lesson of beauty, Still fragrant among the willows,
Who for us do weep
As now our lips touch only in sleep.
Yet like the moon
I must to let you go.
Until you shine on me in some tomorrow.


True love stories never will end
Flowers that will sway and bend.
And when my heart begins to break
I know that yours will feel the quake.
The only truth i know
That love will save the show
And I desire to be nothing more than in your heart.


Until forever dies.
Or sighs eternally depart.


When love is not madness it is not love
Remember our sadness is not from above.
All I need is one star in the sky
Or her unknown.
White dove sent by God to fly
On summer breeze by spirit blown.
The echo of our love.


Softer than any cumulus bed
Yet longer than any sunset bled
In a thousand summers.
I still hear the drummers of our parade.
Now in the shade as the sun leaves the vine
Memories of St Valentine.