A Matter of Opinion
Don't talk to me of love. Talk to me of cash to pay my
telephone bill or perhaps fix my sink?
My heart is tired of sweet sentiment. Don't send me
a valentine this year. Just send me
the chocolate and the flowers; without the
heartfelt message of love. I've had it up to here
with love. 45 years of love and geeks; my preferred
gentlemen of choice. Intellect and Lord Byron.
Enough agitated heart ache and la-de-da to
get you through a long night of restless sleep.
Devotion and friendships for those content -
to be content. No thanks, I like the taste of Tums.
Theresa Dould Cummings 1/23/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem