The true story of Saint Valentine Date: Thursday, 1st May 2008 @ 09:45:41 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Zork Please forgive me, I am prone to having fits And killing lovers. If you cannot see, The river where I left you is a lake. The home that I knew is a cell. This will be my last letter, This will be my last day, You will know me again soon enough my dear, Signed Valentine This poem is Copyright © Zork Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=142040