My Bloody Valentine
Hey Valentine, where are you?
Are you hiding amid the peaks of a mountain
or in the depths of an ocean?
Are you in the sweltering heat of summer
Or in the torrential flood of the monsoon?
You are lost between winter’s chill
and the verdure of spring.
You make me shiver and sweat in turn.
You are at once the soft touch of a feather
and the sting of a speeding arrow!
Love is now stagnant without flow
like the duck weed that float
over the greasy surface of still waters.
You are crushed between the petals
of a rose and its thorns.
You are thrown hither and tither,
by fevered minds.
Oh, where are you?
You hide between darkness and dawn,
at the intersection of dreams and nightmares
where love and heartache copulate.
Where are you, Valentine?
Better you be in your hide out.
I don’t want to see your bloody face,
a n y m o r e…..
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