A Poem To Honor St. Valentine Poem by Hugh Cobb

'Age knows youth's fire' in this write, 't'is never just white or black'. Beautiful yearning, and honor Hugh. I don't like valentines day, but this one slipped passed and warmed my traditional bitter heart. Thanks, Angie

Hey, when young we despise the elders. When old(er) we don't unerstand the young enough to dislike them. I know youth's fire...it just takes me longer to light it! Nice poem, Hugh. L

Dear Hugh, Methinks the ghost of Shakespeare was in your general vicinity as you penned the glorious magnum opus. I doth tip my feathered trilby hat to you dear Sir.

Now this I do appreciate Hugh. A fine work with meaning. I like the touch of craft you apply and the way you've couched the whole message in the language so beloved of those who still pen their own valentine verses.

Insightful, true - with the perfect ending. Love it!

When we're young we can't wait to grow up. When we're old, we wish we were young again. Never satisfied, are we? Couldn't we just reach a happy medium and stay there with all the aspects of each extreme intact? Great read. Linda

Absolutely marvellous. I don't see Shaky as the muse here, but Rabbie burns through the page. Danny.

Oh but your skill of style, Hugh! This is a clever and addictive piece of writing, and like all the others have said, I feel Shakespeare himself would have been proud to have written this. And thanks for your comment on 'For This I Ache'. Yep, I'm doing ok, thanks. Squeezing your hand, Gina.

I do like the antiquated style, very clever and suitable! By the way, it's not just the young who want to be valentined... in fact it's not mainly the young though nobody asked my opinion! Fondly, Linda

Age to me is that old saying, 'The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak! ' Inside my head I am still 16, and I 'Know youth's fire again! ' Beautiful thoughts, well put. Scarlett