Unhappy Valentine's Day

It is a day and time for lovers; When a husband and wife rekindle their love, With gifts and sweets they give to each other; Showing each other the love they are created of. Jewelry and sweets to my wife was my gift; That I presented to her with love and glee, Her gift though it was intimacy and a card; But that gift, it wasn't presented unto me. I had loved her from the day that we met; I did everything for her that I could, As she was my heart and she was my life; I was the bad, and of course she was the good. I wrote of our love to her in a poem; And when I finished it I reread it and I sobbed, And then when I went to present it unto her; She had run away, but first I was robbed. Valentine's Day it comes just once a year; When a husband and wife remembers their spouse, I will always remember that one faithful day; That was the day when my love left my house. I had come home with cake and jewelry; Excitedly at my door I waited to be greeted, But, my wife she never came to the door; That's when I found out on me she had cheated. About my house I then looked for our love; But, all I found was her pictures and her love letters, But, not one of them was meant for me to see; She had left me nothing, except for her debtors. She shares her love now with a fellow cheater; To love and happiness, I was its prey, So, now I search or look for love no more; As I know only of an un-happy Valentine's Day. Randy L. McClave