Mr. Valentine, Tell Me Your Secrets

"How does one know if they are desired?"

I asked, for the hearts already expired.

He laughed and said, "No such thing as a heart past due,"

As if I wouldn't think that was too good to be true.

"Answer my question," I said with a sneer,

Though admittedly I thought the mind-reading queer.

 So very solemn he said, with an overdone shiver,

"Why, that surety's an arrow, as quiet as a whisper..."

"And when does it hit?" I came closer, to be assured,

Eager for the meaning of a mystery so obscure!

"If that answer could be found by any easy measure,

That emotion you crave most would not be a treasure."

His reason calming my fervor, I forced myself away,

Saying "Nevermind, Cupid." And did not hear him say,

"Everyone you meet has such a worthy soul, 

By chance, some day, one will make you whole."