February 13th.
I am dazzled, frazzled
By the vajazzled array.
Cupid’s lurid display.
I blink, can’t think.
I delve the shelves –
The cards wink, flash, splash:
Scarlet garnet cherry
Berry-reds, fleshy pink.
Silver crystal studded black.
I take a step back.
The chasm makes me queasy
Yet it would be so easy
To choose from this buffet
Of cliché.
Erm.
I’ll think I’ll send a text.