I tried to buy a Valentines
Then I really did not
I definitely thought about it
Still positively not a lot
It is harshly overrated
A complete waste of time
It may not be complicated
Exactly like this rhyme
So not hard to buy something
As a token of my care
There really is nothing
No present out there
Paying money for a card
Is an expense too far
Romance is not truly barred
When your partner is a star
Be thankful for the pleasure
Of my company here each day
Love speaks beyond measure
When you’re romantic in the right way
I did not buy you a Valentines
I am sure your displeasure mounts
Still, I had thought about it
And you know…
…it is the thought that counts

I ask the summer breeze

that seeps around

my cold, uncaring cracks

to sit with me

stay in its place

to keep directing the dance

of busy, buzzing bees

to kiss me every year,

staying rightfully in its season

but to write me of warmth over the holiday

I ask it that its honey-drenched, honeysuckle-sweetened air

would be my valentine

Kissing your cheek
time after time
then at once, you asked:
"What are you doing?"
"Counting my blessings," I said
"I was never good with numbers, though,
so I start it all over and over again
and imagine Sisyphus happy."