FOR tomorrow’s St Valentine’s Day, here are some rueful, but not too serious, reflections on romance from the female point of view. The dodgy word of the top poem is of course love itself!

DODGY WORD

From time to time it has occurred to me

That even in deepest intimacy

There is a word

We sedulously shun,

Four-letter, much repeated

No, not expletive deleted

But one bandied like confetti

By the emotionally incontinent and sweaty.

Would it spoil our sophisticated fun

If once in a while

We could uncoil

Enough to say it to each other

Or would it not be worth the bother?

Perhaps it would make you run!

SAD’S NOT BAD

Sad’s not bad

But “woebegone”

Seems better able

As a label

To encapsulate

My you-less state.

Besides, a

Consolation prize

Could then maybe

To exorcise

Your haunting

With brave taunting,

“Woe, be gone!”

THE KISS

Must this

Wanton

Want on

For what

She did

Not know

She missed

Until you

Kissed?