Saturday, 13 February 2016

From Your Valentine

A letter sent from a prison cell
Where even hope darkness quells
Such a bright, divine light, this love
As swift and sweet as any dove
Emperors, dictators and warlords fall
While Love, that universal call
Burns on, despite brutality and fear
And we remember every year
Not the hatred
Nor the pain
Not the tyrant
But the name
Signed and sealed, the heart's final line
With love, from your Valentine

Primrose (means first rose)