Me and him

I'm sad in the heart and soul,

he that stole,

people can't see,

the truly of me,

I yearn for his touch,

of tender of such,

my hand sore with emptiness,

of the bareness,

I hate that holiday,

anger towards Valentine's Day,

ohh that tragedy of my heart,

of how we are apart,

they don't know how lucky they are,

sometimes bizarre,

my head ache,

my heart to break,

this is my letter my love,

my sweet dove.