a poem

loving someone else's Valentine,
wishing i could call him mine.
not even cupid's magic darts,
can save me from my broken heart.
don't need roses or expensive gifts,
just the sweet taste of his kiss on my lips.
does she know how lucky she is,
that he is hers and she is his?
i'd give anything to take her place,
instead my heart's an empty space.
this day makes it twice as hard,
re-reading his old Valentine's card.
does he remember when he gave me this,
the giggles and love the passion and bliss?
hope it turned out how he planned it to be,
can't help but wishing he was happy with me.