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Love in the heart overpowers logic in the mind

But a selfish need can leave both love and logic behind.

This was so of two people I know,

A young man named Brad and little lady named Rose.



But, before I tell you any more,

Let us retrace their steps to long before.

Brad was the best definition of perfection you could possibly imagine,

The star quarterback, nice guy, and the school’s idol of fashion.



All through school, he earned those elusive straight A’s,

He could attend any college he wanted with a free passageway.

He was a good student, but he partied some,

Trading in his studies for a bottle of rum.



And, on the other hand, there was innocent little Rosie,

Shunned by most, but as sweet as could be.

Glasses, freckles, braces, distasteful style,

All she could flaunt was her guile.



Innocent, and all-too lonely,

Rose longed for Brad only.

Just like all the other girls, Rose fell for him at first glance,

But, unlike others, Rosie knew she had no chance.



Rosie decided, her only chance was to transform,

And so Rosie changed everything, and conformed.

Away with the old, dorky Rosie, and in with the new,

Her mini-skirt and 4-inch stilettos made her confidence boom.



She attended parties and drank like the other girls did

In an attempt to make Brad turn his head.

Vodka, tequila, Bacardi, beer,

Rosie followed her treacherous path with no fear.



Then, one night, Rosie looked as exquisite as a butterfly,

And, it was that night that she caught Brad’s eye.

Let’s skip all the boring dates, the lovey-dovey, the first kisses,

And go straight to when Rose became Brad’s Misses.





Now, I told you at the beginning I have some connection to this story,

As to who I am, have patience, I will tell you shortly.

Now, I know you’re thinking this is a cliché love story, right?

The perfect boy-meets-girl, gets girl, marries girl?  Not quite.



Brad quit his partying days and matured,

But Rose’s addiction was to never be cured.

The roles reversed,

Rose was condemned to the curse



Of being an alcoholic for the rest of her life,

Causing Brad strife and friction with his wife.

Brad loved his Rosie with every last millimeter of his heart,

And here, know in advance, is where this tragedy starts.



Love in the heart overpowers logic in the mind,

But a selfish need can leave both love and logic behind.

Yes, I know I have said that before, but let me reiterate,

As the theme of this story is still the same.



Rose was a smart girl with a level head, no one could deny,

But her logic was overpowered by an alcohol addiction her fake ID could buy.

Through Rose’s love and passion for Brad at age nineteen, a child was conceived,

But if you think her love was strong enough to quit drinking for the baby, you have been deceived.



Both Rosie’s intelligent mind and sweet heart did no part

To insure that this family wasn’t torn apart.

Vodka, tequila, Bacardi, beer,

Rose followed her treacherous path with no fear,



The baby was suffering inside Rose’s womb everyday,

But the father-to-be Brad had no opinion, (or the would-have-been father, should I say.)

Brad’s love for Rosie sealed his mouth tight,

Abandoning his logic to avoid a fight.



As a couple months of her pregnancy passed, Rose was still drinking,

As the fetus inside felt her feeble insides weakening.

And that is when I died, that Valentine’s day,

I call myself Valentine since I was never given a name.



If I could have just once seen the sky and a lucky star to place my wish,

I would have asked for Mommy to stop drinking like a fish.

If she could have heard me crying,

Maybe she would have stopped, at least tried,



But instead she chugged another ale,

That I was forced to inhale.

If Daddy had loved me as much as her, he would have told her to stop,

And if he had, maybe my life wouldn’t have been robbed.



Everyone says babies are little angels, and now I and unfortunate others are,

As we can only watch from the heights of Heaven among all the lucky stars

Because our mommies drank us away.

Life, drink it all away.



Daddy was in shock first, but then he realized his mistake,

And he left Mommy in a fury of shame.

Mostly for her, but as he packed his bags, he felt the guilt,

As the roses he gave Rose for Valentine’s Day started to wilt.



He slammed the door behind him as he left Mommy that day.

Love, drink it all away.

Mommy cried from the heartbreak, but with a bottle of rum, her depression wasn’t hard to shake.

Tragedy, drink it all away.



Vodka, tequila, Bacardi, beer,

Mommy followed her treacherous path to dry the tears.

Lonely, saddened, and in a hopeless haze,

Rose found herself trapped in alcohol’s impossible maze.



Until, one day, she found the way out,

She drank more than enough to make herself pass out.

Enough to poison the very blood that went through her veins,

Until every last drop of life in her was drained.



Now she is with me, among the stars in Heaven,

Asking me desperately everyday to be forgiven.

But Mommy’s drinking ways in Heaven remain the same.

Life, love, and tragedy…Drink it all away.