A NOTE TO KOO

Hello Koo, 

Vale-vale is coming

What are you saying?

There is only one bowl of probe I seek to have 

in this room of conversation

and, ahem, ahem! I do not mean to pull your nose to 

smell your own cough. 

You know, last year by this time, 

when the curtains of love were drawing aside for 

the great valentine—

and when your friends were cheering in anticipation, 

you were all over your own self, 

comforting yourself with hugs and pungent sprays,

Waiting for the "Hellos" and "Happy Valentines".

Your hand was an island, nothing touched it

And you wondered if you're in a strange land. 

That's when you promised you'll have the most 

envious love relationship this year.

Now Koo, valentine is here

What are you still saying? 

Where is your dear?

Should I help you brush off your fear

Or end it here? 

Your friend,

Wiliword