The PoetVangelist

I won’t be getting a card this year; Not chocolates, a poem or flowers, I fear; But I still can’t shake the excitement in my head And nothing will stop me from wearing my red. No romantic note, anonymous or not; No one calling on 15th because they forgot; Not much to swoon or brag about; I’ll still don my crimson and go out. All the radio shows I can’t call in The dinners for two I can’t possibly win. There’ll be no romantic getaway But I’ll still celebrate Valentine’s Day. A love story unfolds each day I grow Without cupid’s arrow or bow. It’s why I don’t need a sweet boyfriend Or a caring husband to understand: Val’s Day’s mine as much as any couple’s It’s Jesus’ love makes each day special. His blood writes the dearest poem I know; His love is chocolate to my soul His mercy is a song each morn I wake; His Grace the perfume that never fades. All the years I’ve wasted that have gone; Needing a lover to feel loved upon. Preposterous the way I’ve failed to see ...

Angst: Bad boy supposedly reformed The perfect girl enters his world. You’d think he’d stick with her, won’t you? But see, in walks girl number 2. You’d think he’s smart to recognise And shun Jezebel in disguise. But no, he plays up to her lies. Then goes on and does the unwise. Confess? What for? He’d rather hide; Brush all her suspicions aside- And when the truth finally comes out, He’ll say he’s sorry, cry and pout. He’ll turn to candles and romance Until he wins his second chance. But to make an offence a crime, The same happens a second time- A third; and something has to give; Just how much can one girl forgive? Only when she has had enough Does he decide she’s his true love. Now it’s all over- ’xcept regret But give him time, he will forget. Astounding how they never learn; I just don’t understand these men! But still, the dogs are not to blame. It’s the good boys should be ashamed. The way they go about the thing, You’d think good old romance a sin....