Draft A Second Story Poem by Haldun Unal

Fıve years in San Antonio
Fırst year here
There is no lover
Let's open a beer
No need to open the wine
Because there is no valentine
Second year here
Still no lover
Let's open a beer
Make it two in fact
Let's commerate
With two bottles of beer
No need to open the wine
Save it for next year
Since there is no valentine
I wrote a valentine
Which I could not deliver
Third year here
No, no lover...
Let's open three bottles of beer
No need to open the wine
It is getting older
Older wine is better
If I have a valentine
She will like it better
I am not sure if she will like
An older valentine
Because I am getting older
Fourth year here
God, please send a lover
I am opening four bottles of beer
I dont think it will do any better
The wine is getting older
Waiting in the cellar
It is kind of cold in there
Needs to get warmer
On the lips of a lover
But there is no valentine
So save the bottle of wine
For next year to the day of the valentine
Five years here
You guessed it right
There is no lover
I got older
The story should end here
Still no need to open the wine
I heard I can find a lover
In the west by the ocean
So off I go to find my lover
So that I can open the wine
It should taste way better
After turning and tossing
In the cold cellar
Maybe I will meet my valentine
There by the peer
We will watch the waves
Bringing us the scent of the ocean
And we will sip our wine
As we become valentines.