The Valentine’s Day
Romance is in the air. Chocolate hearts, roses, and greeting cards are everywhere. If you really want to be romantic, ignore all of these commercial products this Valentine’s Day. Buying a card or some candy from the store only shows that you’re doing what’s expected.
Going the extra mile to be creative shows that you really care. If you want to really be romantic take the time to find out what is special and meaningful to him or her. That gesture will be worth more than the biggest chocolate heart.
Some are sitting, all alone,in a quiet, empty home.
Wondering Where broken hearts go on this sweethearts’ day?
For those who have lost their loved ones,with rest assured,They will visit their graves,grasping the love and the memories they made.
Neither can let them go nor make them stay.
Now what should we tell these souls,What do they do with this day?
Broken Hearts’ Day,That’s what today is.
Tears and sadness are how they live.
Partners for life, that’s what they were told
but here they lie alone in their bed.
She is so full of sadness, consumed in grey.
No one to hold her on on this Day.
Hoping the late husband will be hers again someday,
but for now,right here is where she lay,
all alone on this Broken Hearts’ Day.
For the guy in love,Her wife is not a scented flower,that fades from day to day. Nor is he a dozen roses In a beautiful glass bouquet.
She’s not a pound of candy Or a meaningless silly card.
Her words speak blissful feelings Of her magic spark and charm.
She’s not made of pretty paper,that is torn and tossed away.
She’s tough and tender lady Of all ladies,
Everyday is Valentine’s day,to her.
She doesn’t quite taste like chocolate.
She’s yummy and sweet as can be.
Nor is he a wine-and-dine-me lady.
Home cooking is more her speed.
She’s not a fuzzy stuffed animal that lays about all day.
She’s round and soft, my own teddy bear,
She’s cuddly in every way.she didn’t come wrapped in tissue,Nor colorful glittery gifts.
She’s wrapped in the thrills and passion,In the arms of the life she lives.
She’s not much on jewels and diamonds,
As she says for her I’ll always shine.
She’s always my straight-shooting Cupid.
A promise had to be made,If you were my rose, then I’d be your sun,painting you rainbows when the rains come.
I’d change my orbit to banish the night,as to keep you in my nurturing light.
If you were my world, then I’d be your moon,your silent protector, a night-light in the gloom.
Our fates intertwined, two bodies in motion,through time and space, our dance of devotion.
If you were my island, then I’d be your sea,caressing your shores, soft and gentle I’d be.
My tidal embrace would leave gifts on your sands,but by current and storm, I’d ward your gentle lands.
If you were love’s promise, then I would be time,
your constant companion till stars align.And though we are mere mortals, true love is divine,and my devotion eternal, to my one valentine.
Note: Am not supporting Valentine’s day in anyway