On Valentine's Day

There was screaming
and soft rose petals
velvet red and lace white
Your Mother fainted

There was blood
and such an impressive
bouquet of flowers
I looked for a weapon

We never thought you
would end the day
with stitches and scars
And Cupid was cruel

There were bruises
my black tango skirt
your brilliant blue shirt
And we laughed it all away

There were purple grapes
covered in sweet cream
I fell asleep and awoke
to your soft admiration

I never thought that I
would end that day
of Lovers and Fighters
more in love than before

~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~

Para Mi Rey. And yes, this was the way el Día de los Enamorados, 2005, went for me.

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