Valentine's Day (48 hours later)

Perhaps I am the heartless monster deserving of the fate befell.
Forty-eight hours after a day for lovers, and love is not well.
My heart is not well!
No one is around to wish the dark knight well.
Oh well.

The heart beats in the distance; it is so faint.
Were I a male of frail stature would at my own fate faint.
Love is professed but whispered, and the words and feeling behind them are a sound more and more faint.

Does love have an order of protection to stay away for me?
Lord, many millions of prayers have uttered to you, but will You now pray for me?
With all my bravado, my intellect, and my talent, obvious that there is no love for me?
The tears flow like blood in a cycle menstrual and have me wishing that even though it is passed, that there would be a Valentine’s Day just for me, forty-eight hours later.

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive