Bloody Valentine

Roses are red,
My dear,
And violets are blue;
Flowers are nice
My dear,
But long overdue.

Blood, too, is red,
My dear,
As is the blade –
There’s a hole
In my heart,
You’re a little too late.

Forgive me
My tears,
My dear,
Forgive me my pain.
Forgive me the blood
Staining the page.

Roses are red
My dear,
And violets are blue;
My eyes cannot see,
My dear,
Where are you?

Bring me roses,
My dear,
When I’m off
To the grave –
I will love you forever
As I do on this day.


One Response to “Bloody Valentine”

  1. This poem was written in the 1980s for a poetry writing and critique class — I remember the assignment was to take something cliche and make it into a poem.

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