My Valentine

My Valentine

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Let this be said,
“Glad I’m not married to you.”

You say you love me,
I know that isn’t true,
When you push and shove me,
To do things I don’t want to do.

I caught you looking
At that waitress in the bar.
Yes, she was good looking
But did you forget you are

Already in a relationship?
(Which doesn’t appear will last.)
You’ve made too many female friendships.
For me, your lifestyle is way too fast.

I really do love you,
But, to only one can I be true.
There’s nothing you can say or do
To make me stay and say, “I do.”