Unrequited Love



Valentine, Valentine,

Why do you refuse to be mine...

I send you expensive gifts

of red roses and fine wine...


I invite you to fancy restaurants,

And theatre and to the play...

You treat me with distain

And you tell me to ‘stay away’


I said ‘hi my sweetness’

When I saw you today at work...

You looked back at me and yelled

‘Stop being such a damn jerk!’


Valentine, Valentine,

Why do you refuse to be mine...

I call you on your phone

And text you all of the time...


When I peer in your windows 

And watch you in bed while you read...

It is all for you, my sweet love,

that I am truly in dire need...


I follow you all around town

When you’re driving in your car...

I’d like to steal you away

And take you someplace really far...


Valentine, Valentine,

Why do you refuse to be mine...

I want to pack you in my suitcase

Tied up with my mother’s red twine...


I dream of you every night 

When I’m finally able to fall asleep...

But then I awake when you start screaming

‘Leave me alone, you crazy creep!’


I tried to kiss you today

As you ran quickly down the street...

But then the police got between us

As they cuffed my hands and feet...


Now I have nothing but time

To think of us together again...

While I’m chained to my hospital bed

In this state hospital looney bin...


© 2020 Jeffrey Pipes Guice


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