A February Romance.

Forever In February yes the sky crys cold. Forever in February a day for the young and old. February kisses and quaint innocent misses. I miss my February love... By March the magics gone. And we all cry silently alone, won't even answer the phone. After being left, February loves... Children so sweet, so innocent. Don't even know what's missin' after the passin' of all our February loves... A February romance for the books, one that surpasses money or looks, a perfect meal from the Cupid cooks? Oh how I loved my February romance! It was a blast while we had it. Cold feel it all, that adicting static, now to hide alone in my atic... Fleeing my past February love.