Sad Valentine Poem by Enoch Cole

SAD VALENTINE
Hey! looking me dead in my eyes, you can tell that this Rock is more than a mere lad scribbling lines.
Ear troubling understatements professing my unrivalled qualities, the signs.
My psychic features can flame blame of incompetence contain, on two enormous barns.
Yet I'm single, I serve on repeat my distressing jingle.
I'm defected having fans.
Curse trouble me to death if I should ever muster, 'I am not loved, ' ungrateful.
But the way that unusual love, care and affection interlace through some souls like a ring deals with a finger, on this day.
Since the yield of my conceiving to date, never had I tumble into the lake of the beautiful occurrence of valentine.
Staring dead in my eyes you can vividly tell,
How gravely it looks from loath over a valentine that does not play fair.
People cross the hearts of others even before it comes clear.
Anticipating gifts and love, while I sit by limbo, it's curve,
Lost in the same mood for uncertain miracles to fall.
But Rock, does this event calls for a fine?
Because how could I Cruise on a car of invisibility.
That's how it seems,
Considering no soul of Adam and Eve ever showed me seeds.
Whilst multitudes out there meet Valentine's breeds.
But... But me, have I ever shown someone that perculiar love on Valentine's day?
No, But how possibly may I when I am not accustomed to the custom.
I loath a valentine that does not play a fair summon.
My mates are mates with the custom,
Favored by the platform.
But I, oh God damn it! maybe Rock you should find me an angel,
So on the next occurrence I can activate the clauses of this label.
Cos this valentine of mine is ruined again.
Sad valentine, it pains.
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