Valentines

When ashes have turned to roses,
Where midnight fades into morning,
And this conflicting emotion imposes,
There is a peace where forever is boarding,
Fear is no longer amiss,
But faith is just a bit shy,
There, love will call out from the abyss,
No regrets will plague when we die,
Because Valentines has a cupid,
And heaven forbid,
If you weren’t mine,
And I wasn’t your Valentine.