A nestled tear begins its woeful downward journey
Which will take it to the garment stricken floor
The consequence of spending countless lonely hours
With my aching, crying heart not caring anymore

A deep, profound and loving annual ritual
In which you find to whom a valentine to give
This year will always be painfully remembered
For the blinding love that never had a chance to grow

I know the living rose will slowly start to wither
Leaving behind only the dry petals to behold
And the vibrant love that once tenderly was nurtured
Will soon sadly turn brittle and forever tragically be gone