Post-Valentine’s


There’s a day: it’s filled with roses.

There’s a day of hopeful bliss.

There’s a day for pure romances, there’s a day for broken hearts.

Will the broken hearts be mended?

Will the flowers wither soon?

Will a romance grow and prosper?

Will that bliss be crushed through life?

Are the hopeful days soon ended?

Or can tenderness endure?

Who can fault a secret longing that may never find relief?

Who can mend a weakened heartbeat?

Who will live to find succour?

Is it time to call the fools out?

Let them celebrate the dream.

This I know, each hope rekindles, when the year has turned again.

© HMH, 2019

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