Fourteenth
Blues
There’re
the bereft and lonely
For
they’re without anyone only
The
inefficient tin pot god of February’s day
Cupid’s
arrows are blunt so they tease and play
See the
bruises they leave as remembrances
The
chocolates and roses look so sad in their poses
The
pretty faces so often rejected
Sit
forlorn, confused and dejected
Saint
Valentine cries in the dead of night
He
sacrificed his life for love’s light
Looking
upon the sobbing hearts
Oh to
assuage their ache that throughout heaven reverberates
Happy
endings are faeries tales
For
time’s an enemy that showers loss
Yet the
distressed heart will forget all that pain
Come the
time that love embraces in truth, without refrain
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