Still a Mystery

He covertly creeps,

And perches proudly.

Calls himself — 14th Feb

Denizens of earth

Call him Valentine’s day,

While I monicker him as…

That time of the year!

A reminder — of

Another solitary year

Gone by,

Devoid of Red and White,

Devoid of Flowers and Fireworks and Balloons and Confetti,

Devoid of Affection,

Devoid of Love!

Yearning for nothing

But a lover.

Smile

As broad as his philanthropy,

Hair

So fluffy even Alpaca’s envy,

Care

So genuine to decipher…

My romantic nemesis,

Who surprises me…

Every single day.

With gestures

Beyond my imagination!

Call me an idealist

Call me sick in love.

For the only call,

That really matters to me

Is one from him

Exclaiming,

“I’m finally here!”