Your Sweet Valentine

Vicious as the grip is, she'll endure
All of the savagery you offer up;
Love isn't in the frame, it will not cure
Each need she has; so let the devil sup
Not fast again, regardless of a day,
That's filled with flowers, kisses and affairs
In which she has no interest; no play,
No other way will do for her; despair's
Enriched by every blow you land on her;
Devoted as she is to punishment,
Applied with strictest rigour; she'll prefer
Your lack of empathy and won't resent
Nor hate you for the tortures you design
Or insist on, as your sweet valentine.