At Least I Still Have You This Valentine's

 

Poor, miserable, lonely teddy bear

forever holding my unwanted heart

between his paws. A cotton tear

rolls down his face as he watches her part.

 

It's not your fault she didn't want you buddy.

You were perfect. Cute, cuddly, wanting

nothing but love. The problems rests with me

I say as she stalks off holding nothing.

 

We'll find another girl I promise teddy.

You'll see. Someone else will want to be

our Valentine. At least I hope that she

exists somewhere out there in the gentle breeze.

 

So off we go, teddy and I, to find

some other girl to be our Valentine.