for RMT by ST, 1982 No sudden inspirations come flowing to my mind, No metaphors, no similes, No complaints that Love is blind; No profuse allusions to Love’s delusive nature, No mention how elusively, confusedly, It takes one unawares. Expect no flowery effusions from Love’s elated pen: When my hand takes that instrument Romantic utteranceContinue reading “For My Valentine”