I'm looking forward

to having my poor heart strings

ripped to bits by you

I think two of us

can live as cheaply as one

(if one doesn't eat)

you are the daydream

that waited to become real

for all of my life

if you had no teeth

no arms or legs and no hair

I would still want you

love can ambush you

sneak up when you're not looking

and kidnap your heart

I'd rather have you

than anything else that life

might have to offer

whenever we kiss

I taste your lips and somehow

think of chopped liver

you can lean on me

then if we have to fall down

we'll go together

now you have my heart

so you may as well sample

all my other bits

I send this poem

coz I know you'd think a heart

was soooo whatever...

be my Valentine

you may as well, just in case

no-one else asks you...