by Jon Coe

Created on: February 05, 2009

There's a blood red star next to the moon

It plays with Eros on a big brass bassoon

Running their fingers up and down the keys

Sprinkling musical dust to Earth on a breeze

Opening your eyes on this day of the year

A subtle sense of something special is near

Arrows are loaded, aimed and ready to go

Firing at will, from a match maker's bow

As stars shimmer far up high in night's sky

There's a heart on Earth, that's ready to pry

From the depths of heaven and infinite space

A Rose makes it's mark, opening with grace

Sitting on a table in a vase made of glass

A flower draws breath and a moment will last

When eyes meet there is not much to say

Except, I love you, on this Valentine's Day

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