St. Valentine's Poem by Adrian Flett

People buy bright garish cards
where bleeding hearts abound,
red roses rise in price
and soon are not to be found
by desperate slow thinking lovers,
keen to impress on St Valentine's.
The patron saint of lovers
never could have thought
so many cards and flowers,
so much chocolate would be bought,
with amatory messages for the day
sent by some; by others sought.
For me then, when I think it through,
it's not the day that's special, it's you.