Bouncing off St. Valentine(From the poets of the Merc on Valentine's Friday the 13th 2009)(1st & alternating lines)
I remember these were fairy beds
Where we mad love and lay down our heads
A witch whose patience is a hex
But you love for me does not vex
Of a stream on fire, burning
Like your love never spurning
Making love under a dove
Peace & harmony never shoved
They morph into lovers who ravage each other
Never to be mistaken for a brother
Its time to meet the world head on
Our love making will never be a pawn
Would clasp thee to his wounded heart
I would never ask you to part
What IS the recipe for love?
Kiss me deep, my turtle dove
I'm going to let myself be mesmerized by the radiance of your face.
For in it I can see the beauty of the whole human race.
I am emaciated by the hand of an impressionist.
For none can see me true, other than by a twist.
