A valentine,
I still wait for you to be mine,
To be present for a sip of wine,
Over the evening dine.
You wait for me all dresses,
I wander all over for my lust,
It can never be a just,
For meeting you was a must.
The cam was on,
But I was gone,
Yes, it now feels all alone,
For it was just a half battle won.
I curse, I die,
I lie, I cry,
In your thoughts I dry,
And here all my emotions fry.
The feelings were put on a scale,
To measure which side got a high,
The one who bought you up,
The other who made you walk.
The scale was balance,
But I was unbalanced,
The final call to the den,
It was made, but I was red.
A valentine,
I still wait for you to be mine............
