Valantines Day
By ♥ Leah ☺ •
Flowers wilt,
chocolates melt.
Why then do I find
I can’t help myself?
When you offer
transitory tokens,
Or your love words,
Too softly spoken?
If the bubbles,
in the champagne never last.
Why do I find myself
still reaching for the glass?
When you offer
sweet libations,
softly whispered
invitations
just to steal,
a moment now,
then an hour,
succumbing
to the power?
Imagine the idea,
the very thought,
that my love,
can be bought
with fancy words,
sweet affirmations,
somehow sealed,
with secret assignations.
Where is the appeal,
of valueless trinkets that please,
lace covered cards
that cajole or tease?
Flowery offerings
surrounded by thorns?
Promises broken,
Hearts shattered, and torn.