Here are your Roses, chocolate and wine,
I won’t be able to take you out to dine.
Please, please don’t start to whine
By the way, who was this St Valentine?
Put them in a vase before they wilt,
I pretended was overcome with guilt.
He said, planting on my cheek, a furtive kiss,
Dear, couldn’t we have given it a miss?
Now, I need to really go, honey
This just cost a lot of money.
Couldn’t you postpone the celebrations,
Until we got over the slump and recession?
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry,
Love, don’t look that way, I did try.
Now come on give me a big hug
I obliged graciously, feeling quite smug.
You girls are silly about love and romance;
He said a bit peevishly, looking askance.
After all these years you must know I care,
Don’t make me overspend again my dear.
I had my chocolates, roses and wine.
No harm once a while to celebrate in style.
I said to myself arranging flowers with a smile.
just ignored the conversation after a while.
To my surprise, he came back and said,
I skipped breakfast to pick best Rose stems.
He loosened his tie and took off his jacket
And grinning asked, where dear is my present?
I smiled, got up, asked him to move over;
I bought you a cashmere pale blue pullover.
Am sure you must have booked a table for two
Oh yes, impishly I said, at Sheraton, West View.
Your eyes said it all, as we strolled, after dinner;
For it was not into my ears you whispered,
But into my heart, it was not my lips you kissed
But my soul; feeling blissful, I snuggled up to him.
He put his arm around me and said it’s cold,
For February this year, come, let’s go home.
ow so beautiful mamtha happy valentines day