From your pedicel to your petals
I'll take your scent as far as heaven
Let my anther rise to your stigma
With no enigma for my love to express

My letters to Solomon
A mover of love and wisdom
My epistle to Valentine
An apostle of love and doctrine

My flower buds with scent of love
To you O Solomon, think about it
I have loved that, I wont let go, O Val
It thrills my heart to find a love and a life

It is set on the hill of Lebanon
The garden near the fountains of waters
So unspeakable to hug, love so captivating
My blight removed, with the sight of love


At the bank of River Pison, I found you
With golds and bounties of treasures
How could I forget the experience easily
You laid me on Bdellium and Onyx bed

To Solomon, ascribe my words with wisdom
Let my ink comes on ancient notes; papyrus
I'll run after my heart, I'll stay at your bosom
My days, made worth living like on Val' days


Written and dedicated to Pastor Valentine.
By: Sir Taitophil/10/2/2021/$0_

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