Tis easy to be poetic,
Writing in the Spring,
eternal youth,
and love.
As we watch cruel winter melt away
under a warming sun above.
Tis sad to think
that this blush on my cheek
was not caused by a warm
thought of you.
but an aching body,
a running nose,
and a fever from a flu.
So I will take some aspirin,
stay off my feet,
drink pleny of liquids,
get under my blanket for heat.
Maybe by August
I will feel more alive
and then I can say ...
BE MY VALENTINE!!!