-{ Death Of Valentine's Day - Dedicated to Les }-

I did it, I killed the sun
Now Valentine's Day will never come
Golden rays will not brighten the sky
Nor will Cupid ever fly

Neither crooked bow, nor badly aimed arrow
Will cast a man into deep sorrow
For love is not red nor shades of pink
It is blue and cold--I dread to think

And I am guilty, I do confess
To causing such an "awful mess"
But regretful I am certainly not
For I have saved all man-kind with a single shot

Be thankful now, free from all above
Free from that wretched thing know as "love"

But... I have begun to miss the arrows' sting
Now I wonder... did I do the right thing?

-{ Alphabetical }-  |  -{ Chronological }-