The Crimson Jewel - Sex Stories

The Crimson Jewel

Planted all those years ago, Nurtured with care and toil, It was brought from afar To grow in our mother soil Upon the 14th of the second month, A prayer was said each year The first shoots emerging then Enriched by her falling tears A memory of the sacrifice Of her loved one’s life, One consolation of a war For the widow, a grieving wife And so, as the decades pass The summer’s scarlet bloom Unfolds with bouquet so rich And then in autumn, she is pruned Now gazing on the little petals Somehow they avoid the frost I think of generations past And all the waste and loss An expression of our life That flower was grown to give Vermilion sorrow spilt in France Dismembered that we may live Now’s the day, midst our passion I rend the stalk with one snip Take it, my dear this crimson jewel As I steady your quivering lip So know what it means to me As we enjoy our mead-soaked lives I hand you a single posy Forever yours, my sweet Valentine