That first valentine’s day you were still vegetation
And upon advice I booked us in a vegan restaurant
In the middle of the Northern Quarter
Only for you to be more interested in the shake and fries
Than the actual burger itself made in a love heart.
The second year you had gone back to Chicken burgers
So, I booked us into Chroma in the middle of Prestwich
Only to get told upon arriving at the restaurant
They had had a nasty break in the night before
Which left me somewhat nervous for the full meal.
This year, as I am typing I have no idea
Where I shall take you on that night
Or whether we should just stay in
And whether you shall carry out your smiling threat
Of ordering three courses of cake to eat.
I think back to our adventures in Bradford
And Manchester over the xmas period
With endless breakfasts
And the Internationale in London just after
With the poshest lunch I’ve likely ever had.
I think back at the terrible Holiday Inn
That followed the Internationale like a bad penny
Or a balloon that had been left open so long it went flat
And think to myself countlessly
How can I simply improve on that?
Hopefully this is a good start.