Today is the day
men confess their love.
They also give thanks
to God up above.
Today is the day
that they run around
and long stem roses
are found in abound.
Today is the day
they try to make up
for their long hist’ry
of screwing things up.
Today is the day
I sit back and smile.
Because once a year
just is not my style.
Today is the day
just like ev’ry day
I confess my love
in a special way.
Today is the day
that you hear again,
how you rise above
all other women.
Today is the day
that I love you most,
until tomorrow’s
li’l poetry post.
