They say this is a period of love,
Time to go out with your love,
Time to rekindle your fire,
And also rejuvenate your love.

But for me, no it isn't,
It died this very day years ago,
And now is buried under a cloud of ash and mortar,
So for me it's a time to mourn my dead love.

He said he was madly in love and I believed,
He said he will do anything and I didn't doubt,
He said till eternity, only death can put asunder,
Now he has what he wants but sadly with mine.

He said he needed money,not bad doubt if for love,
He said he needed company,not bad giving some love,
He said he needed love, not bad showing some love
But alas, I think he forgot I also needed love.

It's Valentine again, period dedicated to love and lovers,
"Should we go somewhere bubbling?"
Did my love put to me,
"Or you would prefer some solace and tranquillity".

I wanted peace, solace, tranquillity, him and me,
So I thought we both were actually on the same page,
But what more should you expect from a guy always on good,
He is cunning, mischievous and nothing to write about.

Hands locked in the other, mouth in mouth, doing some smooching,
"If it's your val's gift", from your love, not too bad to do,
But alas, his gang members awaits us, expecting the final score,
I have been turned to an object of ridicule, result from their test statistics.

"How long will it take you to bring her dowm" they teased one another,
He didn't only use me but passed also to his friends to be used,
More of a "what do you do to a bone after eating the meat?
You pass on to the dogs, to ravage the rest".