My valentine is something of a Mona Lisa
with John the Babtist eyes,
and when I'm inclined to promulgate my theories of causality
she quietly replies....
"so may it be"
In the darkness she's a pleasant incandescence,
she breathes out and I breath in.
I've redesigned my senses just to feel her presence,
warm against my skin .
again and again.
so baby !
A dozen blood red roses written in a song
for yesterday's tomorrow all year long.
for incessant destiny !
so may it be! so may it be!
My valentine is quiet as a Chinese whisper.
and when she shines a hundred thousand million fireflies.
take flight inside my head...............
© 2021 Eoghan Cosgrave