St Valentinus honoring day I was pompous since a week Lovers feast with kisses in hay But eventually Despair strong and love meek In shadow, no surprises Blatant thoughts got me carried Heart melted like melancholy hospices Either I can b in love, or I can be married It was just a day dated fourteen I did my usual chores in saunter Though he could have expressed umpteen My tongue waggling in banter Nevertheless hopefully for the next year valentines Surely my husband will propose, singing love hymns.