It is told,
“Where there is love there is life,”
Funny as he is so,
Acting as my oxygen
And circulating every second
Through my heart and veins whole.
A little ditzy girl living on a dream
Every Valentine’s Day believed
Affection and attention would be saccharine.
Annually, it rotted bleak and black
Like mold feasting on the walls,
Until the cleaner arrived
And brought the sparkle back.
All I come home to now is red,
There’s a murder of nothing,
Yet the blood of the bereft is dead.
All I come home to now is romance,
There’s a circulation of life,
Oxygen its savior by chance.
I never realized I fell in love
With the cleaner, but I did,
I realize God put me towards him,
And as crazy in love from Cupid.
Forget love songs, jewelry, chocolate,
Teddy bears, rings, roses,
“I’m yours,” he proposes.
Therefore, I need not to ask,
“Will you be mine?,”
When he’s mine
Every blissed Valentine’s.