"Lupercalia"..The ancient festival
Where the Romans paid tribute to love
With songs and drink, they chased the night
Seeking fortune From above
had I been there, I wouldn't have went
Why choose a petal over the bouquet?
They asked their gods for too little
Lupercalia is every day
I wonder how many of them knew
Perhaps Much to their chagrin
That What they dedperately sought from above
Slept quietly within
Love's the thing that sets us free
From the dark despair of torment
I refuse to celebrate that once a year
So I'll honor it every moment
If true love blossoms sweetly
And blooms For you and your lover
You have found something rare indeed
That some might never discover
No, it doesn't matter what day it is
It's my truth that I must beckon
For what has happened inside this battered heart
I'll celebrate that every second
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC
"Lupercalia"..The ancient festival
Where the Romans paid tribute to love
With songs and drink, they chased the night
Seeking fortune From above
had I been there, I wouldn't have went
Why choose a petal over the bouquet?
They asked their gods for too little
Lupercalia is every day
I wonder how many of them knew
Perhaps Much to their chagrin
That What they dedperately sought from above
Slept quietly within
Love's the thing that sets us free
From the dark despair of torment
I refuse to celebrate that once a year
So I'll honor it every moment
If true love blossoms sweetly
And blooms For you and your lover
You have found something rare indeed
That some might never discover
No, it doesn't matter what day it is
It's my truth that I must beckon
For what has happened inside this battered heart
I'll celebrate that every second
Inspired by Valentine's day.. Obviously,lol.
