At long last, the weather dims
For the fortune of night,
The fear of darkness
Neither imminent nor polar
For the sun to rise
And the moon to sleep,
Ornamental rock in shallow river
Deeply passioned to praise
Everything about Valentine's.
The days rise with their boiling passions
The nights whisper their doldrums of whisper
Immaculately unseen, heavenly rose of days
Bounty breadth and being;
Have all the times gone
With serendipity and felicity?
If only it were true,
that you see both sun and moon
More than once in life
Together bundled under crimson skies
Whether they meet each other
By the syrup that spills out of such a date,
I would forever say myself of gratitude
And encumber with heavy weight
Resign to stare at the vista
In absolute vision, with no cause
To holy spirits which make me sigh
With signs that neither deviate
But meet in the background of our two
Stars, which beloved the conditions of crimson
Shine us to our fallacious envy
And beauty circumvents rain
For the rainbow which shines
The delicate love with alls heart
To see the sun and moon in one sky!
