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Losing My Head (for St. Valentine)

These mortal remains
Through the centuries
Venerated relics
Kept with vigilant regard
Entrusted to the devout
Scattered abroad
Focus of storied pilgrimages
Lovers in wait
Sometimes in vain
Seek the prophetic counsel
With lovelorn prayers
Whose skull lies restful
Adorned with flowers
Stoic in your reverence
Devoted to your ministry
Patron saint of lovers
Ghost of lovers lost
Affections robbed me of my mind
Willingly I paid the cost

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Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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The poor fellow was quite separated from his head. You can visit him in the Vatican, well, his skull. I think there are some bits of him in Dublin too.
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A dark tribute to the one who gave us this day....love everything about it! Well done!

~RoseBlack~

Legend also has it that while in jail, St. Valentine left a farewell note for the jailer’s daughter, who had become his friend, and signed it “From Your Valentine.”

For his great service, Valentine was named a saint after his death.

It has become a significant cultural and commercial celebration of romance and love in many regions of the world.
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~Jackweb

this one! I would expect to see this one in a gothic anthology of poetry! A Shakespearean sort of thing. Very well put together, it actually makes sense, rather than a bunch of medieval words just thrown together for effect. The last four lines, made the whole of the poem:

"Patron saint of lovers
Ghost of lovers lost
Affections robbed me of my mind
Willingly, I paid the cost"

And the fact that the one and only rhyme is here, makes this awesome!
Bravo, Bro. ~ Geez.
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This is so well written. I think it's brilliant I love your story.

Patron saint of lovers
Ghost of lovers lost
Affections robbed me of my mind
Willingly I paid the cost

That end line..it's the icing on the cake.

Kind regards Jayne

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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