My Valentines Poem by Louis Borgo

Love recite of youth do we recite to found the clue
Pressure is what we observe patient is the climax of victuals but whom choice to climb the view

Beauty is of nature so it is natural to see rather to sense the essential of others
Love has you ever been so beautiful to understand the emotions that cover the hands of the handler

How nature sometime symbols what words sometime lost epiphany for
To that of stress of stressful day may you know you are woman -

Like the ropes that hold a bridge under the water that tips the bridge
The path we take every day make each day a path worthy of taking

My Valentines