Speaking of my love I am sadly short of words at this moment;
As if the very feeling has drawn me into bewilderment,
An agony stretched far enough, an emotional predicament.
Yet the joy, yet the passion, yet the ecstasy eclipses the lament.
Overshadowed but only for a bit, waiting to make a further dent,
But welcome you yet, for even you must find a place to vent.
On this very day I choose, not for the sake of Valentine,
Not for the gloomy snow or the hope of a better sunshine,
Surroundings shower love more frequently though I miss the sign,
But matters not enough to apologize for the mistake of mine.
I speak in spite of, I speak despite, I speak to despise the world taking a disciplined line.
I speak for myself, I speak to the loveless eyes of thine.
I speak in frustration, I speak in anguish, I speak in distress-
The day just happens to coincide with a similar medieval mess.
I shudder inexplicably as the whole world watches with a frowning face,
But it's the last chance to file, and here I rest my case
It's this apathy that leeches on the love, burning it in a furnace
And only I fight this lonely battle for a reason I still can't express.