Valens, you are esteemed worthy,
at the Via Flaminia you lay:
Valentinus offered up in faith.
Your deeds aren't known in our day.

In this life you wed young couples;
an act the Emperor would not permit.
And though your grace the monarch received,
your execution he did transmit.

Alas, with clubs and stones they came,
challenged by your fortitude great;
whose blows did not complete the deed -
your head severed at Flaminian's Gate.

These days we celebrate Valentine,
dedicate and plan for those we love;
oblivious to how it all began-
the depth of love known only Above.

All roads converge
In Rome, they say
Wild geese do
Stop here on their way
To Libya, to grab a lunch
And to greet their kin
On the Capitol Hill
The church bells do fly
There on the Easter holiday
The weekend to enjoy
And to taste the Dolce Vita
But does the Thirteenth Legion,
Know where it goes,
While marching south
Through January sleet
On Via Flaminia,
Rubicon left past their heels?
I know the dice are cast,
But the men,
Do they know?
Great Caesar,
Respond,
I ask you
Virtuous Gaius Iulius,
Do they know?