I have no poem for my Valentine
as my love for her melted away
like an ice on a sunny day.
You Wait too long, to taste
and now you have no solid ice,
nor the liquid, that drenched.
As Sun's working to dry
reminiscence of my moist Love.
I am left with an empty hand.
And
I have no poem for my Valentine
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