Perhaps my expectations for you
are impossible.
Perhaps you are blind to the desire
in my eye.
Maybe you are deaf to the disappointment
in my sigh.
Maybe your budget isn't
so suasible.
If you would read my body,
Look into my mind,
We would be great
And all would be fine.
Though it probably should be,
It just isn't enough
To say that you're mine,
I need material stuff.
Roses of red,
No,
I prefer blue.
And the finest of chocolate,
A large teddy bear, too.
Shower me with the money you've spent,
It's not a big deal,
Only a present.
I promise not to be greedy,
Or selfish,
Or stale.
I won't raise my expectations even further on the scale.
But you must keep me happy,
Satisfied in every way.
You can't do that for me?
Well what else can I say...
I promise I loved you,
In good times and bad.
And I will always reminisce
The times that we've had.
Oh, I will miss you.
I promise, I will.
But your wallet has emptied.
And my love has gone still.
Valentines Day with a Gold Digger.