Soon - upon us, a day for Valentine.
Realization – it, you will never be mine.
Knowing – you want me, not to be yours.
Conclusion – you have closed all your doors
on the love I have for you, gave to you.
It seems to matter not, for nothing I do,
it seems to me – had the force to get through,
slip past the guards, over the stone walls, that gate.
To be your Valentines – I believe – not to be my fate.
I do not know – at this moment – whether or not, it is hate
that drives you so – is it hate that keeps you from me ?,
or is it some other emotion ?, I am unable to see.
It seems to me, no matter what, for you, I will not be
your Valentine, nor, with you, will I be any time
soon, and so, at this noon hour, I will end this rhyme,
wanting – still ! – for you to be my Valentine.
B. J. “A” 2
February 1st 2009
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