The 14th Of February Poem by Drack Valentine

Where are they, when that day comes
A phantom illusion, floating around the craniums
Of every boy who ever longed for the touch
Of every girl who never got flowers by the bunch

Where is that smile? when that night is upon us
When guys turn over in the beds
And the girls are found spooning pillows
Counting lonely sheet threads

Where are they? when you would be be held tight
Only to find the cold embrace of the night

What can we do in the face of such a blight?
When we would give our all
When our hearts would take flight

For if only the right person would peer our way
Then we would not fear
Would not fear...
That day