Valentine II

Valentine II

Tendering lovers,
ordering tickets to the modern love.
Catch my breath.
Wish it was not so.
Why can't it be like before.
I don't understand.
Why can't the three little words,
be enough?

Hearts locked up in prisons,
set 'free' by their keys
on Valentine's day.
Loved spread,
in the wide world.
Chasing.
Breathlessly.
People like me go hiding.
Valentine oxygen burns up my little lungs,
I'm seeking some stuffiness that suits me.
Find myself as an owl,
sickened by the Valentine sunshine.
Searching desperatly,
but I got my own loving soul.
My own spark of divine fire.
Do not need a note.

(2004)

poem by Yvonne Iversen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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