A couple of years ago I put a huge red heart in Castle Street, Hay-on-Wye. Attached to the heart was a bucket filled with chocolates and on it’s front, the poem typed below.
It went down really really well – a few people guessed it was me and laughed 🙂 – many people (locals and visitors alike) delighted in the surprise act of Love and a ‘secret Valentine’ who gave everyone a free chocolate and a verse! xxx
Dear Passer-by, shy not away
But muse with me on Love’s sweet play.
Those games of coronets and hearts
Where Knaves seek Queens, and Kings chase Tarts!
For we have gamed for Love’s own sport.
On times we won and ruled it’s court.
Rose-tinted eyes that shone with bliss,
Rose-petalled mouths so apt to kiss.
But sometimes too, Love switched places,
Hearts were lost in false embraces.
Then down we’d fall all hurt and sore
Curse fickle Love a two-faced whore!
Thus crowns would fall and thrones depose
Raw Passion iced like Winter’s Rose.
In such dark dungeons we found wings
The heart beat free, redeeming sings.
Then Love would set it’s wits again.
Some said, “Don’t Love! Forget such pain!”
I say, “Open your heart full span,
In Games of Love there is one plan.”
Learn Love is best when Love is free
Love all you see, Love all you do,
And Love will find it’s way to you.
So Passer-by, dear Stranger, Friend,
I hope these words did not offend.
Please take this gift is my design
With Love, your secret Valentine. ❤