Lost Valentine

I have no feelings!
Could not feel them if I had them.
Sleepily sleeping sleeplessly is my sleep when I can sleep/
If not for fortitude and preservation of manly image, I would weep.
Weeping without words would be same as crying without tears.
Have searched minutes, days, and months until ultimately the time has amounted to years.
But you, I have not found.
Called out, call out, but hear no sound.
And I hope for hope, and I believe simultaneously, hope is false.
Another Valentine’s Day comes and goes, and once again, my Valentine is lost!

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive