Dry Valentine

Dry Valentine Poem Lionel Derbyshire I do not wish the repeat of despair If my expecting heart is again misled By Cupid’s hollow cleft. Those heartfelt cracks will duty bruise The perception of my aching soul And it’s zest will be lost again. For it is my palate’s hope this time To taste love’s darling precious sauce On this here coming Valentine’s day. It is only when Cupid’s arrow misses Will my luscious thirst be wasted With unwanted cracks Instead of passion stacks. This qualm is becoming difficult For how can doubt become doubt Without doubt , or I am off the view To suppose that love could really love Only on this here coming Valentine’s day And when it does not .. I will again be Cupid’s captive slave To wait upon and gain On another Valentine day. Until I learn of Cupid's myth Which be not to wait in vain To love somebody In Cupid's hollow cleft.