Valentine Woes

She's up early in the morn,
Then gets ready to adorn,
She rushes down to the door,
A Valentine's card she does implore.

But there's no card upon the mat,
'Now isn't he a little rat!
How dare he not send me a card,
Oh, my day he will have marred.'

But wait: the postman's at her gate,
She brightens up for a date,
But lousy bills is all she sees!
And soon she falls on to her knees.

Then her tears begin to flow,
How's she feeling no-one knows,
But just then there is a knock,
It's a delivery van from the flower shop!

Box ripped open quick and grand,
A red rose now is in her hand,
It's all too much, she swoons around,
And promptly falls upon the ground.

Soon a pitcher filled with water,
Cures the question 'what's the matter',
The matter is she's in love,
Who it is they haven't solved!

Valentine's Day is a curious thing,
It makes one want to buy a ring,
Brings us cards and gifts galore,
But still can leave us wanting more?