How many ****** Valentine's poems will I
be forced to endure -
young love
lost love
ill-begotten love -
likened to that of a blooming red rose
thorns and all -
"Oh! my passion burns bright
like the flames in my *****!"
Much too cliche, I think
as I sit down to write my own
and sign it
"Yours Always".
This is a quick, unedited poem that I wrote at my desk. I'm bound to change it. Unfortunately, it sounds more bitter and less comedic than I intended.
