February Heart Song

February a heart song made of tiny tiny crimson red dots
Packed neatly near one another in a heart shaped lollipop
Flavored rich with the smell of cherries and ripe apples
Blossomed in full glare the luscious brightness of a baby
Puffs of sweetness and sparks of red fill the equal curves
Singing its heart out in the adore of a mere mortal

February a heart song made of silk in a worm cocoon
Out of a mouth of the slimy formless caterpillar a tale
Told to countless of small feet and sea giants in the long wall
Silk fine and gait on the arms of nobles and lovers it binds
Teddy bears and roses like the red surfaces to pitch a season
Singing its heart out the blue jay echoes how mortal

February a heart song made of smiles and lines of love
Wet the lips and rosy the checks this fortnight a duet
In crimson and carnal voyagers sail to an enchanted island
Lost at sea for the red force fall on the darkest of eyes
Baked in terracotta as it were in the best lunch served
Still the vibes open the small gift box love the hand so mortal