for those without valentines...by horace

A ROSE

I sat and waited on the day
I sat and watched it slip away
It crushed this heavy heart of mine
Once more I'm not your valentine
A card, a simple word or look
A rose left fading in a book
Your love it would be so divine
But I am not your valentine
The loneliness it presses down
Presses me flat against the ground
And when at last I try to rise
The marks of stones left in my hide
So let another year roll by
Twelve months more to wonder why
And if you ask I'll say I'm fine
A lie, I'm not your valentine


Thank you

Horace