Valentine's Day, a special day they say...
with flowers and verses delivered
to lucky sweethearts', chocolate hearts,
sugary kisses, sweet nothings
whispered on moonlit strolls.
I ponder Valentine's Day petulantly
plucking petals cupid's arrows are sharp
swift never missing their mark
turning the driest heart into a green oasis of love.
He loves me, he loves me not...
Helen Crutchett
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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