Valentine Story

Step Up or Not

Illusions of romance intertwine the heavens
Traditions appear as ancient tribes interwoven
Rising tensions quelled by valentine's saintly quiver
Spells of mentions in my heart by quaintly sliver

Has my story to tell whether silent or by a yell
Soon or badly, doomed or gladly, it just rings a bell
Hope and change rings in pulsed distant chime
As little pens rise up to conquer the slow grind

Romance once could become just a screen with a blip
That's the thing that makes those lovers sound so flip
So casual to percolate and simmer from far above
Resonating glimmers of hope for a new summer love

Natural urges stir to blur a dark distant line
Ongoing to assume going inane is rampantly fine
Noting nothing has to be true to make things work
Record of note in a musical diary works with its quirk

Conflict occurs and crisis may or may not follow
Humility's rocket soars beyond for stars to swallow
Futility's pocket fills with scars that drone
No cagier thought ever found its way that way back home

Order of events lay bound out beyond control
Spatter to converge with a story of old to extoll
A piece of the pie you can eat but never the whole
Write it that way as if to save yourself as a caring soul

Go fishing with your little oafish backwoods plan
Patch it together to make yourself a little stick man
Seems like stars burn with their own little wick
Cohesion rules whereas on no rules do quivers stick