Covered in:
Big red hearts and purple candy
and pink roses,
magenta balloons and an old melody
and creamy white cards.
Not another day
will I fake disbelieving
or insist on cynicism,
My smile isn't always deceiving;
I'll tell the truth: I love Valentines day.
My chest throbs like the giant red hearts
My hope blossoms and dies like those soft roses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Colette, love it. Melvina