February In Poems

Her Sun rose on the east today with a new hue
Walking with majestic strides of a royalty
Obviously now something awesome is a-brew
Watching quietly, patience running out slowly

It is time the February sweet song starts playing
The dumbfounding live orchestra that the wild plays
It’s the month lovers sit and watch Cupid slaying
Hearts and thoughts, who knows the right time or what it says

Let its Sun set on the barren hearts that have frowned
Let its beautiful rays burn the hate we now bear
Let it bring back those days only love ever owned
When red clothes, depicting our bleeding hearts, we wear

Here is where we stand on the drowning shores of love
Letting our lazy hearts flaunt themselves  like a dove