Here is a little heart

for those of you who think that

this day

is special,

 

It might be a cake,  with sugar and such

which you  didn’t want anyway? Or, perhaps a flower

which only spoke the language, Room Temperature…

 

Empty calories or flowers that died on the way home

in the freezing winter wind,

Such  a choice for a Valentine

to have,

 

I should have chosen something,  that could withstand the cold

and what wasn’t guilty, when the chocolate box was empty

 

Perhaps next year, it’ll be a cabbage?

The prelude to a nice soup, the mother of all vegetables,

and much more sturdy than kale!

 

Don’t be sad

Valentine’s Day will come again,

just whisper sweet vegetable intentions in my ear,

and seduce me with your cooking pans,

 

Happy You-Know-What…….

 

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