Valentine
by
Roger Crique
(Age: 52)
copyright 06-18-2005
Age Rating: 13 to 127
In the heart, where the mind cannot dwell,
I live to escape another arrow.
His flight, takes him aimlessly through the night,
Stretching his bow and pointing at the unsuspecting.
A swoosh past my head,
another miss, for the tubby child.
But his aim is quite the same,
For in my chest his arrow protrudes.
And in the wake of the burning,
my heart bleeds with passion and desire.
A smirk in his face I can see,
for none other than love, as hot as fire.
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whose the tubby child? On fire with desire, I love that part. it is intoxicating i swear, I am drunk with passion I suppose. hmm. Will you be my valentine? he he great write, very cute, good job, and yet all the sudden not so cute but rather hot, I must say, thank you very much, I love you
This is a very perceptive poem. To fall unwillingly in love again, especially after a bad relationship, is not something that always causes rejoicing but often resentment instead. Unfortunately Cupid's arrow (chemistry)often overlooks this...A really good effort, I liked it.