To My Valentine

Flowers wither and chocolates mold,
Soon tossed away with food gone old,
They line the tops of a thousand cans-
The discarded remnants of romantic plans.

Considering that memories tend to fade,
In the absence of tokens or visual aids,
You might forget this time once shared,
By the next time a heart shape box is bared.

So, I wished my gift to be more permanent,
Than cocoa's taste or roses' scent,
I've decided! In rhyme I'll write you today,
Telling more than flowers could ever say.