my knee-jerk reaction to Valentine's Day

by Carol Knight


Speak not to me of Love,
That cruel heartless Knave.
It is he who empties Souls
And leaves our hearts to bleed.
Love is not a thornless Rose,
All beauty with no sorrows.
as crimson flows from our pricked fingers,
His laughter rings at our tears.

With his soul-less twin Fate,
Love delights in destroying lives,
laying waste to our dreams.
Hope and Mercy are left to hang powerless,
fluttering in the wind,
Like a tired butterfly seeking her end.
So, speak not to me of love,
that cruel heartless knaves.