I sat and waited; til the moon shone bright,
abandoned with a rose and bottle of wine.
There, I awaited my sweet valentine
but she was not to be within my sight.
My cheer, for a while, remained whole and light
and prompted by the waiter, I began to dine.
Yet as my sweating palms grasped the bill at nine,
I knew you would not come to take a bite.
Fighting back the tears, my throat feeling tight,
in morose misery I mumble "I'm fine",
feeling abashed but trying to smile, benign,
feeling eyes burn into me I make my flight.
That Valentine's Day, I was made to look dense,
but to rebuff my love, it is you who lacks sense.
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