Valentine Poem by Mark Meck

Hold my hand and walk me past the isle of sadness,
of stress and fear gnawing my heart.
Usher me into a new world of happiness imagined,
not seen nor experienced before.
Hold my hand and lead me past the isle of loneliness,
of solitude and emptiness untold
For this my virgin heart has long since waited for a Romeo
so come hither and clasp this broken heart.
Claim this heart once wounded and bleeding from past stresses
but mendable with promises of new beginnings.
This body encasing it, sure not pretty but not adulterated either,
can still be moulded into a life companion.
So come ye February 14th, bring promises of love blown by Eros
from all corners of the earth.
With borrowed spears from Cupid, spike my heart tenfold red
and attach a tag of love signed by Valentine on a rose.