Randy McClave

Silver Star - 3,506 Points (Ashland, Kentucky)

Unhappy Valentines Day - Poem by Randy McClave

It is a day and time for lovers;
When a husband and wife rekindle their love,
With gifts and sweets they give to each other;
Showing each other the love they are created of.
Jewelry and sweets to my wife was my gift;
That I presented to her with love and glee,
Her gift though it was intimacy and a card;
But that gift, it wasn't presented unto me.

I had loved her from the day that we met;
I did everything for her that I could,
As she was my heart and she was my life;
I was the bad, and of course she was the good.
I wrote of our love to her in a poem;
And when I finished it I reread it and I sobbed,
And then when I went to present it unto her;
She had run away, but first I was robbed.

Valentines day it comes just once a year;
When a husband and wife remembers their spouse,
I will always remember that one faithful day;
That was the day when my love left my house.
I had come home with cake and jewelry;
Excitedly at my door I waited to be greeted,
But my wife she never came to the door;
That’s when I found out on me she had cheated.

About my house I then looked for our love;
But all I found was her pictures and her love letters,
But not one of them was meant for me to see;
She had left me nothing, except for her debtors.
She shares her love now with a fellow cheater;
To love and happiness, I was its prey,
So now I search or look for love no more;
As I know only of an un-happy Valentines day.

Randy L. McClave

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 19, 2014

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