valentine's epitaph - a request

Valentine’s Epitaph

In the struggle of indentity,
A poor player of many faces and masks ,
In cutting out the conviction guilty,
And venture forward to greater tasks,

There is love will test mettle,
Swept of their feet by separation,
Drawn and thrown ass over tea kettle,
Never demanding reparation,

But I have loved deeper and stronger,
Then few will ever know,
Tis pity it didn’t last longer,
Is died with no chance to grow,

Rapid pulse and darting eyes,
Moments sweet of flesh interrogation,
Hard enough to remember lies,
When honesty bathes and sleeps with negation,

SO finding is what was sought,
It became my preoccupation,
The worst thing they regret is getting caught,
And sincerity an welcome imitation.

So I listen and think tenderly,
And smile at their folly in youth,
Better a lie that exalts all humanity,
Than a thousand fold of truth,

Sewn into my heart so cold,
To dwell in her kiss so divine,
One forgives much when they are old,
And accepts the fate of Valentine,

So young loves married against parental wishes,
Caused the old church much dread,
To believe in miracles of loaves and fishes,
But loves magic cause poor Valentine his head.