Love Or Something Like That

In one more week, loves season will peak. Where lovers can find what a true heart will seek. The fragrance of February flows in the breeze. And even some men will get down on their knees. The florists and drug stores will ring up their tills. As graveyard shifts come in and clean up what spills. The day will go on as it does every year. As some will just sit there still lost in their fear. So let cupids arrow find softness in heart. Then maybe the day can give love a start. And lifes little longings will bring down the rain. Of kindness to help you dissolve all the pain.