I banished all my roses
At dawn of Valentine
They sunk in river with a sigh
And formed a seem-to-be code
"Beware!" They say,
bubbles blooming from their rosy lips,
"Aeons flow and time like water drips,
You'd, gradually, be unguided on the way."
I turned my back in endless mourn
of an overnight wanderer's remorseful eyes;
Though sunrise rough again urge me to strive,
I know I'd fail under the dark ancient storm.
Candies, chocolates, letters sealed with love--- But wouldn't it be better with an Artemis' Dove?