imperfect days

i promise not to say i love you
just on special days
nor drench you with calendar oohs
and artificial sways
 
a bubble bath of passionance
drips fickle as the winds
of time.  the whims of circumstance
are vapour to the mind
 
let christmastime and eastertime and
sultry valentine
retire from my passion band
let not the sanguine
 
st patrick’s day, thanksgiving day
emancipation time
or labour day or solstice sway
deprive me of my rhyme
 
i pledge you high esteem on lonely
dark, imperfect days
my constancy i give you only    
ever and always.
 
© Copyright 2019 February 14
by Clyve A. Bowen♫