Awakened this morning by the emptiness of love,
A heart wrought with the coldness of hands without gloves.
What does a day hold with no one that cares?
What is a Valentine, with nobody there?
I watch as they pass hand in hand everyday.
Their lives seemed to be full with so much to say.
Yet when you ask them what do their hearts really hold,
It uncovers the surface to reveal stories untold.
Love is a cloak people wear on their face.
They carry hurt deeply, itís too hard to erase.
That smile they show is not really there.
Search in their heart and listen to what you hear.
You will hear of the sadness that love really brings.
It will tell you of heartbreak and more painful things.
They will smile right at you and just plead their case.
Because so much resentment is too hard to erase.
I ponder the Valentine connection with love.
It seems to be something that makes retailers thrive.
They push their wares, as displays of affection.
Yet most of the unloved canít really see the connection.
So if you are truly the one thatís for me.
Do not go buy me red hearts and lacy things that you see.
No roses, no candy, no cards filled with care,
From you heart tell me of the love that we share.
I want to hear it, right from your heart.
I know Iíll feel it right from the start.
We will caress our love gently, making it grow.
Or we can be like the others, and just wear it for show.
Sitting here wondering, where is my love.
Protecting my heart, yet searching above.
Hoping for someone to brighten this Valentines Day,
And true love and happiness to once pass my way.