Ah my dears.

This blog needs a reviving. And no better way to do it than to blog about the matters close to my heart!

Love is like a red red rose,
like a gentle breeze on the cheek,
whispering in my ear.
Like one of Shakespeare's sonnets
which bring to life that which was not.
Something which was not there before.
Unsure at first, but enduring in the end,
as Perseus who slayed Medusa
for his Andromeda.
What a great tale that was,
a tale of heroism and faithfulness.
But let us return to the present;
the approaching Valentine
the big surprise
the unfolding of events,
and hopefully the end of the confusion!
For confusion is felt in everyone's heart
once Cupid's arrow strikes.
Well, little Cupid,
we'll leave it to you then,
with a little trust and a little pen
and of course with a cup
overflowing with courage.
Of a different kind.
Valentine is coming next week,
tapping on the door with a sure hand.
Welcome him you people,
it's not everyday that he comes a-knocking!