Runaway Rhymes 6 Entry. Because What the Heck.

Here's my entry for a poetry contest by @hopehuggs. I write very little poetry, but this one deserved a shot. Any poetry contest that demands rhyme is one that must be supported. It's a modified sonnet I wrote a couple months back.

I’m not a Valentiney guy,
Nor have I ever spent my cash
On once-a-year-ish shows of love
That smack of checklists, habit’s lash
Of tasks to do, errands to run.
Such shows ape real and lasting love
As candles wish they were the sun.

Yet.

My heart once yearned to make such show.
Romance is best as new delight
where half-glance thrills the tripping heart
and new-made dreams take soul to flight,
But my old soul knows all too well
That feverish joy fades into nights
Of crying babes and pre-dawn bells.
Such duties frost romance with blight.

Yet.

Still within my beating heart
Flames that which once you kindled there,
A fierce desire to build, to start
With you a voyage through those snares
That make a life together, part
Of heaven’s pale reflected glare.
For any life with you, my heart
Is all my answered whispered prayer.

Thus.

Be wild, my heart, be wide embrace,
Let shine my inmost fancy’s show
And take with her the breathless ride
That ever romance did bestow.
And she return it? Never mind.
Lover’s call sets love aglow
In her heart, too, yet breathes a fire
Which flaming still, shall flaming grow.

Forever yours. Forever mine.
Be we forever, valentine.