I have not asked in many years <br />though all my friends and learned peers <br />pick willy-nilly so it seems <br />a Valentine straight from their dreams. <br />Of course, good etiquette demands <br />that those who've claimed another's hands <br />be on the list for chocolates <br />and maybe for some other bits <br />a Beaujolais, Valpolicella <br />the onus is on the good fella <br />and shops stay open to fulfill <br />big wishes and to stuff the till. <br />It seems that one declares his pick <br />it's just like putting one's small tick <br />to activate computerware <br />and BINGO, says the card 'I Care', <br />it has become a bland routine <br />but is essential in the scene. <br />I will, this year take an old feather, <br />of goose, though still uncertain whether <br />the one whose LOVE is my great hope <br />will want me writing, I'm a dope <br />and often feel a trifle timid <br />instead of going for the limit. <br />Well, I shall write from my own heart <br />some words will lift me, others smart, <br />and, in the end she'll understand <br />that she can have my sweaty hand <br />and if she wants, the rest of me <br />which would confirm the promise WE.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-42/
