In glow, in murk, in the hours between, When day turns to night and night turns to day. A hearty fire burns hot, though unseen, It draws us onward to Heaven’s stairway. Hoisting sail upon unflinching mast, The wind will carry us through Winter’s gloom. Future is forward behind us is Past, Always in season our Love’s flowers bloom. The stars shine down upon our rosy quest. In silence they sit high above the ground. This world attended by such timeless guest; My world, forever to you it is bound. ‘Til my kiss breaks the hush that makes you mine, My winged words to you My Sweet Valentine.