By: Charles Aldux
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.