Some people tend to let holidays linger. Valentine’s Day is no different. There is still some remnant of it to remind you about it the next day. I’m thinking of the box of cheap chocolate you might have received in a shiny, red heart-shaped box. It’s chocolate, but you have no idea what is in the middle. You’ve tasted it and let’s face it, on a scale of one to ten you’d give it a two. Yet this box is still in your possession. You are unable to rid yourself of its presence because it is chocolate.
In honor of the leftovers of Valentine’s Day, I have an acrostic poem. I’m warning you: it is not sweet like chocolate.
A assumptions about
L love leaving
T to the point of
I insisting on saying I Love You
E ends well
If you write an acrostic poem on your blog and send me a comment and a link to it, I will re-blog it. If you do not have a blog and still want to take part, leave your poem in the comment section of my blog (or in the comment section on Facebook) and I will post it on my blog. In honor of my friend over at genXatmidlife.com I will be accepting and re-blogging or re-posting until February 17th, so let me hear from you.