This Valentines Day....

Why do people save all their loving for Valentines Day?


Don’t give me a kiss, or a hug, or a back rub, 

And tell me you love me, by whispering it in my ear.

And don’t travel the world for me, and touch my skin, 

and reel me in with a lovers embrace.

Don’t make my heart race and beat fast, 

when you call my name and its not on the phone, 

don’t make me giggle, groan, reply I love you so. 

Because I want a card.

I want a bear that says I love you, 

I don’t want you to say it to me. 

I want a bunch of roses sent from you,

I want to hear you on the phone and not in person.

I want a chocolate heart to caress, god forbid I should want your chest,

You head against mine. Resting.

I want just once a year, 

And glittered card from you to me, 

sealed with a sticking stamp shaped like a heart, 

I want to hear you once a year write to me you love me

Not in my ear but on paper. 

See, I don’t want to see your face, 

because a rose will do me fine, 

And screw sex,

because chocolates and texts you send will make me feel sublime 

And make my love for you climb,

This valentines day, you can buy me all those things 

But dinner for two is too expensive on this day.

And sex is ignored on this day.

And kisses, touching and hugging is absent on this day

Because a card says enough. 

And chocolates say enough. 

And this little bear will sleep with me tonight, 

Because commercialism has made us tough to love, 

and say I truly love you, too much.