Valentine Gestalt

Di-a-monds...That'll Shut 'Er up

It being the one year anniversary of this poem I felt it befitting for today's entry. That and the fact that I was too busy cleaning house to come up with something new. I do get lost in my projects.

As one could guess by reading this, last Valentines sucked. The day after was okey-dokey by me. After receiving this poem from me he bought me a new sparkely and some White Diamonds perfume to go with it.

We shall see what this Valentines brings. I hope it isn't another delayed reaction. Guilt presents are okay, but the best ones are the ones the guy gives you because he wants to make your day perfect, no strings, no guilt, just pure perfect love. Then again, the resale value is much higher on diamonds and gold.

Valentine Gestalt

Another year gone
And Valentines here,
My heart hits rock bottom
As I find in my chair,
The envelope plucked
From the 99 cent rack,
Filled with lottery scratch offs
I've learned not to like.

No long stem red roses,
Perfume, nightie's or pearls,
No diamonds to say
What you can't say in words,
No sweets for the sweet in a box
Shaped like a heart,
No jewelry inscribed
“’Till death us do part”.

I pinch out a smile
As I finger the card,
Hiding the pain
That I'm feeling inside,
I stammer and stutter
An audible “Thanks”,
I fight back the tears
That should take it's place.

No “Baby I love you,
Let's go out on a date.
Forget what I said,
I think you're first rate!”
No “Sweetheart I want
To make mad passionate love,
Let's shut out the world,
For your happiness I hold
Nothing else above.”

A loveless sentiment
Meant to be funny,
Delivered by you
Is to me far from sunny.
No “Honey, I love you more than words can describe.”
It's just signed “John”.
You bolt for your ride
And thank God that you're working
Another year slides on by
that you won't have to love me
Or care
... if I cry.
By Susan Bennett
Thursday, February 12, 2004
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