Do not call me your Valentine
I am Frank

I cannot die for loving you
I'm alive.

Who else can die for love
Than on the Cross.

Of what use is it to claim a date
That is of nought

What gain would it be to you
That I should die

Than to leave you with pain and grief
If you were true.

Of what good is a Valentine
That is dead?

The next time you need some loving
You'll be alone

Still, I'll brave this killing love
As I am fit

But as I approach my breaking point
I will quit.

It is better to live a coward
Than die a fool

When the braves have all been dead
We will be sought.

Lovers are two-a-dime
If you're alive

Those who love and run away
Live to love again.

Valentine had just a day
I have the rest.

Only the living can love the living
Valentine is dead.

© FrancisUdo