A Valentine

I wanted her to be my valentine, she supposed to be,

but she refused, so cruel and mean.

But they said "Love is blind, so you couldn't see.

Or you never wanted the reality to be seen.

Let bygones be bygones

Thither was affair that befall,

Was that mistake or aim ?

Good or bad suffered by all,

But I couldn't find live to blame.

A Little Dandeline

A little dandelion, yellowish and golden and white,

dancing with wind, blunt and bright.

A little dandelion, in the summer meadow,

expecting to be picked by a girl or fellow.

A little dandelion, fighting to be safe and grow,

Against the sun and water and wind that flow.

Oh! you little dandelion, don't struggle and get torn,

cause the little you die and more you born.