Love, on the tip of our tongues

May in the here year we all just lung

For love to remain on the tip of our tongue.

May it forever be the liege of our arts,

And seldom leave our parched hearts.

May you make the ones around you feel,

Have the marked skill to utterly heal

Those cracked souls of many a peel

When you fill their passions with love and zeal.

May you wholly feel it when you are alone,

Ascend to beauty no matter the stone,

Have it sown to your heart, have it vividly shown

Upon your shadow and upon your bone.

May you make a difference and feel its spark

In moments of doubt and dreary dark,

Let it lead your heart to cause your embark

On every notion of love and remark.

May you have a lovely, graceful year,

One with not an ounce of fear,

Just either solemn, solid cheer,

Or peace of mind and a head of clear.