Like a child he'll slide over the rainbow
Into fields of wild tulips
Wait for the rain before the end
Cross the harvest of red
What is left? , but mermaids in the sand
Mermaids wait for the blush of sky
Mermaids wait again day by day
Who is the brave wanderer?
Treker, maker of love
Chose the mermaid, gave her legs
For the fields are red,
not unlike the sky of hope

Michael Jon Horgan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/valentines-day-4/