Fine Valentine's Eve Poem by Amber Millar

Fine Valentine's Eve



As I lay here, hugging my pillow,
I find it hard to conceive,
Tonight is one of speciality,
It's a fine Valentine's Eve,

A few bumps and a couple of scratches,
Are the product of my day,
I don't have to get my heart back,
Because I never gave it away,

In my head, I hear the tinkling of glasses,
The pour of expensive champagne,
I know they're out having fun somewhere,
While I sit alone and nurse my pain,

As I lay here in the darkness,
Waiting for sleep to come,
Thinking about the man I love,
My one and only one,

As I lay here in the darkness,
Waiting for dawn to break,
My heart is already hurting,
From this mistake I had to make,

I didnt want to love him,
I tried to stop and turn away,
But his big blue eyes they weakened me,
And now alone here I still lay,

As I lay here, tears soaking my pillow,
It's so very hard to conceive,
Tonight is one of speciality,
It's a fine Valentines' Eve...

Written on 14/02/08

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
C. P. Sharma 09 June 2008

I wonder why people didn't comment on this great piece of poetry. There is always a sense of incompleteness in the worldly love. There is always a love's sad satiety when we lokk at the relations in an isolated way. If our love is pure and true. If there is our 'one and only one', there shouldn't be any scope for distrust and disbelief.

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