Category: Poetry

So fast, the way time flies
And I am still here (in Cologne)
My loved one, he’s nowhere near
Always breaking up on Valentine’s.

He calls my name like no one else,
Wish he’d be the one in my Soul Talk,
And my Longing turns into a hawk,
Like a love letter on Valentine’s.

Yes, I wrote him “Love You” one time
And soon, my Soul told me to be brave:
He was dating again, they’ve said.
Oh well, I don’t believe in Valentines.

I won’t ask him to be mine,
Because I don’t believe in Romance,
But I do believe in Innocence
And hope to hold him once – on Valentine’s.