By: Charles Aldux 

2/13/2021

Valentine: A Valentine's Day Poem 

The flower that I hold.

Awakens my very soul.

The love in my very hand.

Is warm and attention it does demand.

Water I give.

For it needs it to live.

So kind it is to me.

Makes me feel so lively, so free.

To separ would make me a fool.

It is beauty, not a tool.

Longing forever, it does not.

For it is organic, it will rot.

Until that very day.

Before I or she, the flower does decay.

I will hope to say.

That on the day where chocolate is made of dairy.

During the month of February.

And saying I love you sends a tingle up my spine.

Is when you are my one true Valentine.