The Day Before Valentine's Day

As in east the sun rises
and it sets in west,
as a bird leaves in morning
and returns in evening,
if not feeling in my mind,
I won't write it.

Why not make a poem
of fancy covered in mind?
Or just make it over cloud,
or just hiding under lines.
It's not that I begged or something,
but how else to write?

Nevermore being of any briarys,
of which flame is roses.

        Feb. 13, 2021