Has Anyone Seen My Valentine

A table with empty chairs

For him a long forgotten memory.

Now dark and endlessly vacant

Was the place where she sat,

As moonlight danced upon

every strand of hair.

Has anyone seen my Valentine?

The candles have since burned away.

He takes position once again at the

head of the table.

A past emotional flood returns to

A happier day.

Holding back tears he whispers,

Has anyone seen my Valentine?

She was a princess locked in heart

He the prince with his soul the key

Once the two combined...

Their bond was never to grow apart.

Now she was gone, his candle of passion

burned out that very day,

Has anyone seen my Valentine?

Down the hall into a bedroom

Of shattered hope.

Implanted in the mattress an

Indentation of her slender frame

Calls out, "I am always near."

But still it was hard to cope

With the fact that his companion

Was no longer here.

Has anyone seen my Valentine?

Onto the porch, where he proposed

To her his heart, overlooking a

Sea of peace and tranquility.

A promise now replaced by an ocean

Of questions and a typhoon of hostility.

Has anyone seen my Valentine?

Snow White bit off too much of the

Apple this time and Prince Charming

Sealed his own fate with a kiss.

Her every waking moment was more

Beautiful then where the angels tread...

A dream he would always miss.

Has anyone seen my Valentine?

An empty table surrounded by

Empty chairs and the ghost of a breeze

Where a happy future was once planned

Now but the wisp of a memory drifting

Through the trees.

A candle snuffed too early in time

Has anyone seen my...?

Antonym of Committed is Uncommitted… Is the only person on the road ahead your spouse? When the crows feet grow, laugh lines begin to dwell, hair changes color or disappears, tummy appears, things sag, veins pop, brown spotty blobs sprout up, wrinkles set in and ears grow hair. In that very moment is that person still the one? Pay attention to your wedding vows, so many are wrapped in the moment they don’t really take them to heart… sickness and health… better or worse… ‘til death do you part… ‘til death… not ‘til unattractive… not ‘til annoys the living hell out of me. Instead of ‘til death it should be past death. True love should continue even after death, that is the true st proof of true love.