A CHOCOLATE BOX OF ROSES

I reach for my sword,
but find a chocolate box full of roses
in its place.

What happened to the child
that used to wander through the forests,
over the carpet of leaves
and in the crevices of ravines
walking over the rocks
while the baby frogs jumped around
from rock to rock
and a splash in the stream
was no more than
an ankle high problem
and a box of chocolates
was something that you gave someone
if you loved them
and a valentine's day card was only something
that every kid would give every other kid in the class
and an empty chocolate box was just that, an empty chocolate box
and now an empty chocolate box is just a sign of love gone remiss.