@ellowrites here it is
So call me cynical and say that I’m just bitter,
That as age accrues I just get grumpier,
But I’ve never seen Cupid queuing for a cheap bouquet,
In proclamation of his love on Valentine’s Day.
Nor do I recall Romeo offering to his Juliet,
A card awash with bland sentiment,
Feigned verse being proffered before her eyes,
In Trebuchet font their love immortalised
Would Casanova I ask have impressed any fiancee,
With a two-for-one on Asti Spumante?
Or Napoleon acquired Josephine’s affections,
With chocolates from Morrison’s, Asda or Tesco’s?
Nah, not me love I’ll not follow the herd,
I stand by conviction, my heart and my word,
Not cheapening my feelings with kitsch cliche,
By being “spontaneous” on a specific day.
Love should be a surprise delivered at noon or at night,
A carpet picnic served under soft candlelight,
Or maybe a gesture, a look or a word,
That conveys to each other so much more than is heard.
So to all the haters all I would have sought to convey,
Is that Love should not be confined to Saint Valentines Day,
Passion and feeling should not be by Clintons’ justified,
For love and for each other every day canonise.
So for you as a token I’ve written this crass little poem,
In which I’ve tried to avoid both euphemism and hokum,
But at its end it is really just one thing I wish to impart,
That I fancy you rotten and you still make me ….. x