Valentine, Valentine…

Valentine, Valentine…

Valentine, valentine
She screams my name.
In my letter, I wrote the same.

She loved the forest and the rain.
Deep in the forest, a liger came.

Hid behind the cave.
But the liger knew the game.

She stood there waiting,
But the liger never came.

Under the tall tree, there was a note.
“A fool can never get to the gold”

The letters went cold,
We both grew old.

The story went untold.
Then I wrote a poem, So better behold.

Aspiring the young ones.
To be more bold.

-ZamG