Saint Valentine was a friend of mine.
He taught me about the day
we are supposed to love in every way.
But 365 days in the year
and this is the day full of tears.
Tears of the broken hearted,
tears of the unloved,
but that’s not what we are supposed to regard.
We are supposed to see the love,
supposed to see the joy,
instead most find a void.
The absence of love is the presence of pain,
but the ending of love is far more grave.
This is why I choose to abstain.