Sweet Talk
She walked into the ice cream parlor and took a seat,
a date on February 14th, her secret admirer to meet,
she used to think Valentine's Day was silly and stupid,
until those ridiculous thoughts were shot down by Cupid.
The door opened and there he was, handsome and tall,
he sat down, didn't speak, but his dark eyes said it all,
instead of poetry, he gave her a candy conversation heart,
a cute little gesture just to get the romance to start.
She fell hard for his sweet talk like you wouldn't believe,
her shyness had disappeared, and it, she could not retrieve,
completely blinded by love that she could no longer see,
when he handed her another and the sweet heart said, KISS ME.
Grabbing more, she threw out the sour heart that said, NO WAY,
in the past she might have kept that one, but not today,
the next candy heart read, BE MINE, then it broke in two,
so they shared it, and the next one which said, I LOVE U.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015
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