Unhappy Valentine's 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.

Valentine's 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 Valentine's Day.

Randy L. McClave