Sweetheart Scribbles
Valentine's Day recalls smirks and giggles
when Cupid's arrow struck lovers in love.
And store-bought cards filled with sweetheart scribbles
bordered by hearts and cherubs from above.
In my youth, we'd all decorate a box,
with a slot cut in the top of each lid.
And sealed tight with imaginative locks
that ensured all cards got discreetly hid.
Valentine's Day heralded the start of spring
but as winter wanes, anxieties climb.
And thinking thoughts that puberty can bring,
we would fantasize about love sublime.
Laughter's oft-heard sharing cards with a friend,
tacky tokens, painting love surreal.
And yet, we'd stare at them for hours on end
wishing those sentimental cards were real.
(Quatrain)
2/14/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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