Valentine's Day 2016

So that's it. Gone!
Roses wrinkled, violets faded,
Killed off by February frosts.
Chilled to the core
With an emptiness of longing
For what once was
Or might yet be.

But the BBC fills the void,
Lyrical on the source of love,
Expressed by one alongside,
Who grasps a hand
In unspoken reverence,
Demonstrating togetherness
On a day we need not name.
February 2016