Loving lines for a dear one…
By Celso Dapo
There’s that familiar song on the radio
With lines that used to make us merry
Along the tune that I could carry
Lovingly, come every February.
And now, will heaven let it be,
That you may listen to this plea?
With melody, my heart aching to say
Words you want to hear every February.
The lines are now a prayer
The song, a hymn
The flowers’ petals browning
The candle still burning
Though in anguish, the mind persists
Preserving what the heart resists.
To step forward with much to bear
Because it is February, my dear.