One Day of the Year

Why am I so sad you ask? Oh, but it is so clear!
It's this damn day as a matter of fact. This one day of the year.
Where smiles bloom, and spirits rise,
but I'm in gloom, this day I despise.
Love has forgot to come to me, and this is what I've feared.
There's nowhere that I can flee, when my heart has been sheared.
This happy day.
That red and pink, will fade away.
I'm on the brink!
So do you know now?
Are you clear, as to why I hate this day of the year?
Its very simple, that I bet.
Because my love hasn't come yet.
And so I fret,
about this one day of the year.
I won't ever extinguish my simple fear.