My Valentine Past

Love starts with a tale told
where roses blooms in rainbow hues
at the time hearts secret are told
large red prints on paper that burns
 
eyes meeting over lighted candles
hands touching folded over the other
cupid's arrow through two hearts  
pinned together in erotic fire
 
lost now in depths of memories
in a puff of roses petals confetti
emptiness into unfathomable loss
hands left folded on its own
 
love can't go searching for itself
when hearts are sold and lost
there's nothing left to hold tight
no flowers no candies or kisses
 
they say you breathe so therefore
there's hope, that constant glimmer
that love be found again under new skies
but promises are like a ribbon of forever
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMqIne65uHs