A VALETINE TO YOU

a poem by Sylvanus Felix


Take mine, though it is not thine

Your steady eyes traveling both road

Of then and now stoke the fire of youth

And I may say it is not a familiar one

But it’s too late, I can not now return for another

I want yours too, but take your time

You know it is dark we must not rush

Lets we would not cover distance from here

But being you, and I as I am

At dawn we would come down to a temperate end

Both wet, and smelling good, you will look good too

Your smile would resemble mine

And then

In each, we would find a road

To travel again, and forever