The Heart of the Matter

I suppose because it's Valentine's Day it would be appropriate to write some mushy lines dripping with syrupy sweetness, filled with corny cliche's and then decorate the entire page with flowers and the likes of cupid.

Ok.







To My Valentine:


So swift, it's silent shaft pierced my heart,
My soul.
Who watched with patience,
My guard, my shields to draw back?
Oh, young archer, how clever you are,
How diligent in your work,
To wait and watch and wait again,
for your mission, my destiny,
To consummate.

Success was yours,
My silly nymph,
So many years ago.
With golden tip, your missile flew,
and struck its target deep.
Yet paradox begets paradox
In your stock and trade,
For no trauma did I suffer,
Only True Love was mine to gain.




Happy Valentine's Day, honey!  You are forever in my heart.