……Love me
Love me not
You didn’t know that you loved me
But then whoever knows - a few perhaps
Perhaps even more: many more in February
The hearts and the red and the day
Filled with chocolates and flowers
Red spills into white
Carnations
Given freely
I never did care for roses
If I had kept all the roses every male and one female
Ever gave me - my cabinets would be littered
Crumbled dried bits of love with sticks
Sticks that prickled
When asked - why - for love most responded
One - said I thought it would be nice
And we left it at that - I hear those were placed into a hole
Perhaps there was enough left in them to bloom