Love Songs for Literary Lonely-Hearts

For all my fellow Literary Lonely-Heart Friends who plan to spend Valentine’s Day 2020 at home alone, snuggled under a fuzzy blanket, nerding it up with a good book.

You are my people, and these are for you.

You’re welcome.

(Also, I apologize.)


Stuff Like This

I want to live a love song.

I want a true love story.

But all I’ve managed to pull off

Is cosplay Jo and Laurie.

I want a couple’s portrait,

In grand, dramatic tableaux.

Instead, I pose for headshots,

Profile, like Cyrano.

I want to meet in moonlight.

I want a lover’s tryst,

A face-to-face, full-armed embrace.

(I think you get the gist.)

Alas, I haven’t prospered.

Alas, I’m all alone.

Perpetually the Rosalind

To Act-One Orlando.

Instead of arms to hold me,

Instead of true-love’s kiss,

By and by, I sit and sigh,

Writing stuff like this.


I Read Too Much Ann Rule

Maybe he will notice me.

Maybe we will marry.

We’ll sit and sip on Earl Grey tea,

Enjoying sun-ripe cherries.

Maybe we will dance and sing.

Maybe we will travel.

Perhaps our whole relationship

Will messily unravel.

Perhaps he’ll dig a pit out back

In which he plans to roast me.

His fierce expression turns to stone,

As (literally) he ghosts me.

The neighbors say he’s grown remote,

Seems hard and cross and cruel.

All unobserved, he digs my grave.

(I read too much Ann Rule.)


I Think We Might Survive (Love)

Katniss bests the Hunger Games.

Shackleton, the sea.

Harry is The Boy Who Lived.

Harriet goes free.

Sam and Frodo flee Mount Doom.

Janie, a hurricane.

Vronsky’s lover Anna⁠—

(Oh, wait⁠—my bad⁠—that train!)

Hugh Glass, though ravaged by a bear,

Still makes it out alive.

Though love’s a bit Lord of the Flies,

Somehow, we might survive.


In case you weren’t hanging around here last year, don’t miss 2019’s Valentine’s installment, “5 Original Poems for Literary Lonely-Hearts.”

My personal favorite of that batch is “The Doomed Romance of Fiction.”


Whatever your personal feelings about Valentine’s Day this week, I pray you’ll find joy in God’s good gifts of people, places, and simple pleasures.

Personally, I plan to eat lots of pasta.

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