He seduced me,
with flowers and perfume,
telling me that i was,
the most beautiful exotic flower in bloom.
He bought me chocolate,
said that i was his chocolate sweetie,
made me think that he could not breath without me
because i was his oxygen.
Told me that we should make love,
to prove that our love was for real.
I shed my innocence, showed my love.
He messed my health, gave me HIV.
Now years later, another cold chilly day.
A withered flower,
that is no longer fragrantly sweet,
lying in a deep freeze in the morgue,
leftovers of another valentine.