Roses glowing shades of red and darker,

Red paper hearts, chocolate, my martyr,

And words telling you just how I feel for you,

Nameless expressions jot down; emotions, true,

Money spent on countless goods, all in sight,

I look, hoping only to see you smile,

But, lo and behold, you give me a fright,

Distraught, laying hidden in denial,

Find yourself wishing that you could say yes,

Grasping for hope, grasping for clarity,

Wishing you could escape this holiday,

A love like yours is such a rarity,

But, it starts to seem, much to my dismay,

That your loving was only charity,

And, try as I might, try as I yet may,

I can hunt out, find no true parity,

No escape from so-called love, from madness.

And then I awaken in the dark night,

To find it to be but a horrid dream,

Of love, superficial, and then alike,

It certainly almost evokes a scream.