Valentine

Valentine

A dark coffee brown,

Honey sweet,

Once liquid.

Now a large heart,

Solid chocolate,

Filled with marshmallow.

“Women love chocolate,”

Men claim,

But they are foolish.

Who does not love chocolate?

Silky on the tongue,

Melting away to nothing all too fast,

But its nutty taste stays forever.

It sticks to the mind like gum,

Refusing to let its constricting grip go,

Drawing you to crave the fervor-feeble treat.

So, if a man insists on buying a valentine,

He should by himself one,

For the dulcet candy is too scrumptious not to eat.