Matchbox Valentine

I'll give you a matchbox,
On Valentine's Day,
Not chocolates, nor a rose,
But a plain ugly matchbox.

You may think it's unworthy,
A waste of our precious time,
But the sudden light shining on the match,
Is the spark that sets our love aflame.

Matches end too soon, you say,
But there's always another to light again,
Everyday is a new match,
A new hope for a lasting relationship.

It's not a pretty sight,
But who said love was beautiful?
Pain burns your flesh as it ends,
And you drop it from your clench.

But when you look down on the shrivelled, black mess,
The memories of our love is what's tainted,
If we'll ever part...
If we'll ever end...