My Heart is Like a Satin Valentine
My heart is like a satin valentine
Except instead of dark and darker things
With pastel sickly centers, glossy shine
Still inwardly desires love’s angel wings.
The irony is far too much for me
And you know even better how absurd
My situation is because you see
That I’m removed from being a lovebird
With tropical hot feathers in my chest . . .
More like a bird of prey, if truth were told,
And even if a lawyer put the best
Construction on the contents, they’d be bold
With loud call colors and with taloned grip.
My heart recalls the victims who still drip.
~ Gilbert Chocolates