The Valentine
For Valentine’s this year I bought my bride
a heart-shaped box with candies packed inside.
I opened up the box and I could see
ten dozen goodies staring back at me.
I didn’t think she’d disagree or mind
if I should try just one. Or two. Or nine.
The first I had was peanut-butter cream.
The second was a sweet raspberry dream.
I ate and ate ’til half of them were gone,
and said, “I’ve gone this far… I must go on.”
Each one was better than the one before.
I scarfed them down until they were no more.
I hoped my dearest darling could forgive
that I no longer had a gift to give,
but then I thought, because I am so smart,
I’ll give an empty box shaped like a heart.
