Setting My Valentine Free
It was just barely over a year ago,
When my true love came to me,
And said, "This relationship stinks, you know,
So I demand that you set me free."
The revelation sent me to depths quite low,
My tearful reply: "I see."
Not willing to give up so quickly was I,
Stubbornness – a big part of me.
Though adamant on her part in saying, "Good-bye,"
I would somehow get her to see.
Then convince her to give us just one more try,
And she would then be mine, hopefully.
I showered her with flowers and gifts galore,
For never could my heart be scarred.
"I shall love you forever," I tried to implore,
"Loving me back is not all that hard."
Yet she reiterated, "It is you I abhor,"
While she spent my Ann Taylor gift card.
Undaunted, for this was the love of my life,
No one else would ever do.
Somehow, some way, I would make her my wife,
For my love was so deep, so true.
Yet her words still pierced like a Cutco knife,
When she shouted out, "I hate you."
Though staggered and hurt, I would not be denied,
For I still had an ace up my sleeve.
I would take her to the place where we both once cried,
"From each other we will never leave."
And then once this salve of love was applied,
She'd love me – or so I chose to believe.
We went to the place called Kerrigan's Bluff,
On the platform which spanned the ridge.
Her stance was firm; this would indeed be tough,
For she wouldn't budge – not even a smidge.
So I finally said, "Enough is enough,"
And – Oh, no – looks like she fell off the bridge...
I look back fondly upon our happier days,
When it wasn't me my love was dissing.
I smile when I think of the various ways,
We shared our love – and all the kissing.
But the last year's been great, and though I pray the joy stays,
Maybe it's time to report that she's missing.
Lifelong Westlake resident who dabbles in writing whenever the real world permits. My forte is humor and horror...What a combo!