A Valentine's Day Single

Another fictitious tale of a fellow who is single on Valentine's day but is in high spirits about finding his perfect mate and always wears a smile over his veil of loneliness.

Walking along the pavement he is chirpy,
By no means he is on anyone's mercy,
Frolicking into the shop to buy the chocolate,
Broken down to the details of platter and plate,

Goes out to pick up his finest suit,
Wants to make sure it looks a beaut,
To the shop for the bouquet which is fresh,
Thinks love is simpler than a game of chess,

A year ago his date didn't really show up,
But still loves being caught in the love's rut,
The spirits are not dampened by inclement weather,
Eternal optimist, the heart still lighter than a feather,

Slowly it becomes dusk of the dawn,
He sits waiting for someone just to fawn,
He moves to dinner table to place a candle,
A perfect gentleman who avoids a wrangle,

But across the table, nobody is sitting there,
Nobody to return the gaze or the sense of care,
Content with his mind, he gives the candle a snuff,
This has now become an annual February trough,

The loneliness he feels is truly unrivalled,
But hope is something which can't be bridled,
Asks no favours from Cupid or Kris Kringle,
He is proud to be the sweetest single.

                                              - Rajmohan Yadav