Love Poem: A February Tale
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Written by: Jerry Golden

A February Tale

An ending vision without the sun
In opened streets
To where did you run
With meager vowels
A sudden stench 
That favors clean towels
Beauty arose to become you
You became it’s lovely tyrant
Visions disclosed 
We grew ever so silent
Indeed you ran
Children of this lost land
Did you find comfort 
Within a strangers hand
Afford you could not 
His supplied demand
When belief is distinguished
What becomes of a beleaguered man
The ruminants of an eager and pitied fool
With empty palms and scared wishes
She held closely these jewels 
Forgive her 
For she never knew 
Her days 
Would find rest on brood 

If February were a love story
I couldn’t give you a tale 
That meant more to me 
But as you can see, In February 
We long to become a love story