The Last Valentine Poem by Ferdinand L Quintos

After what seemed interminable time
you returned to this old forsaken clime,
answering you took me quite sometime
as I groped for the reason and the rhyme.

The distance that from me kept you away
seemed truncated in a mysterious way
and each and every day shrouded in gray
seemed to have flown out for a holiday.

The vast dark ocean that kept us parted
appeared like it has been concertinaed,
to your side with one step I can proceed
that each past with you again be tasted.

Soon, again, it will be Valentine’s Day,
I know so well what you came here to say,
‘tis one of those for which I always pray
and I think fulfillment will come today.

But away from me too long you have been,
so many things have happened in between
all of which by both of us have surely seen,
that makes me now no longer really keen.

So when I will welcome you sans delay,
hope you see through what I will have to say,
let not in our hearts admit dismay,
maybe the good Lord designed things this way.

As you tell me the day’s greeting with glee
I will say “same to you” in like degree,
all that will be charade, you must agree,
for we, you and I, are no longer free.