A Poem For My Valentine

[jueidu]

My Valentine, you are my winding wheel.
A generator, generating peace,
Contentedness and ecstasy so real
Love shatters in my heart; and every piece
Becomes a seed, then planted in it's wall,
And every day awakening like Spring
A garden shadowed not by Autumn's call;
It's echoes in our Eden hardly ring.
My call to you, though, will forever sound
And fill our lover's valley with it's din,
And where it goes joy springs forth from the ground.
My song: "Against all foes, our love will win."
Your harmony is all that we now miss;
Come, winding wheel, and sing me a sweet kiss.