Alone with you, I celebrate this day.
May deft poetics underscore those deeds
Which, bearing witness, have as much to say
As poetry which serves your spirit's needs.
My words, ambassadors of what I feel,
But bear that truth concealed within my heart,
Which truth, my cherished one, may prove as real
As passion's twinge induced by Cupid's dart.
In spoken language, I, therefore, proclaim
That you have not a single cause to fear,
As I, confessing, feel no sense of shame,
Who'd gently whisper what you long to hear.
In what St. Valentine has set aside,
Good passion's love, as truth, is justified.