Now this is for all the people,
who didn't get a rose,
didn't receive a card
and didn't even get a simple message today

Just think of my poetry as a garden of roses,
and each single poem, every relate-able line
is a rose picked out especially for you

Think of each space between my words right now,
as the spaces between your fingers,
and imagine my hand holding yours,
telling you it's all okay, and that I'll never leave you

'Cause who really needs a card, a plastic rose
and 'Happy Valentine's Day' sent from someone's phone
Who really needs that when we could have;
Ice cream, movies and poems ;]