I banished all my roses

At dawn of Valentine

They sunk in river with a sigh

And formed a seem-to-be code

"Beware!" They say,

bubbles blooming from their rosy lips,

"Aeons flow and time like water drips,

You'd, gradually, be unguided on the way."

I turned my back in endless mourn

of an overnight wanderer's remorseful eyes;

Though sunrise rough again urge me to strive,

I know I'd fail under the dark ancient storm.

 Candies, chocolates, letters sealed with love--- But wouldn't it be better with an Artemis' Dove?