The Feast of Saint Valentine
A vow, once made, must not be broken.Vast distances awash in silvered dust,Across the sandy dunes the horses trot.Late coming now but soon to tarry here, Ere nighttime falls his band of men encamp. None dare to speak to him of memories past.This feast day of Saint Valentine arrivedIn gusting weather, blowing winds most ill. Now as the daylight dies the party rests.Endearing looks, enticing eyes of green. Emotions never lost, still live within. Now rising up...