Opinion : Speechless on Feb. 14

Somewhere a soldier

Sits drinking his Folger's

And wondering what words would rhyme

With "desert" and "sandstorm"

And "al-Muqdadiya"

And he hopes his mail gets home on time

The blue-helmeted Seahawk

Hears his muse only mock

When for his girl he writes a love song to sing

He's attempting to show her

He's still a romantic feller

Though he wears that huge Super Bowl ring

Brain-tired and weary

The writer will fear he

Has nothing new or inspiring to say

But he'll still sit at his desk

As his scattered mind frets

Over saying "love" in an original way

The bloke and the gringo

From Pedro to Ringo

Face the same formidable chore

Of experiencing their umpteenth

February Fourteenth

While feeling unable to say more

Than "I love you my dear

Even more than last year"

Without sounding like a terrible bore

One guy decides it's too hard

So he will look for a card

That expresses his love for her better

Than he thinks that he could

(Although she wishes he would)

By simply just writing a letter

Men can compose eloquent phrases

To describe NASCAR races

Who won and why we can explain

But putting feelings into words

Is worse than 200 mph curves

At Daytona in a heavy rain

So in Love Letter races

It's time that we face it -

Most will never reach Victory Lane

Some men, at wit's end,

Will decide not to pen

Their lady some lame-sounding jingle

They exclaim with a sigh

"Now, I finally figured why

That Saint Valentine dude died while still single."

So my love, don't be ticked

When you see I'm afflicted

With a terminal case of writer's fatigue

Defining how you make my life better

With only 26 letters

Is obviously way out of my league