It seems Christmas is barely past
Before open-heart season up and slaps
The populace with all its fullness
The newly in love, with emotion just
beginning to surface
The long married unhappy ones cradling
old love, now stillborn
Only the foolish refuse to recognize the reality
Snip out the love sounds from the rhubarb that is life sound
Love in life is endemic
One would have to be blindfolded
To miss the influx of: cherubs, chocolates, jewelery,
and "I love you" cards
Chiming advertisements of same, ready to ambush
the unwary and the hardened alike
Every year on this day
Those deeply in love or even just trifling with the emotion
Spoon out any crumbs of feeling burbling about their hearts
Before any notion of giving up on soul mates
Or quashing the tremble of forever more ideals
Has tickled the smocking in that part of their idealists' mind
It's as if all of love's finest qualities have sifted down into a heavenly silt
For this one day and lovers conspire to reach a zenith of ecstasy unparalleled
Every year on this day
S.E.Ingraham©
