Ode' to Catherine

Normally I awake on Valentine's Day morning with as much excitement as one can expect from shoving bamboo sheets under one's toe nails. It certainly isn't an effort on my part to vilify St. Valentine, I simply haven't had much impetus from the fairer sex to rise with any semblance of joy.
This Valentines Day proved to be different. I rose from my wistful slumber with a vexing sense of fulfillment and glee. The goblet of amorous joy hath runeth over. Initially I was shocked, for Valentines Day has always been a day for glum introspection. It wasn't long before I realized that, unlike Feb. 14th's of yesteryear, this one brought the promise of one Catherine Ramey in '05. Oh how my heart palpitated in such unfamiliar ways at having received the news that she would soon be here in my very own dusty hamlet.
Sure, ostensibly her intent is to pursue a higher education at the University of Arizona; however, it's plain to see that her insatiable lusting for Aden acclaim has manifested itself into a heart-wrenching, dare I say, love that can only be assuaged by leaving behind the chaotic hum-drum of Boston in lieu of the affectionate embrace of, well, me.
Granted she is probably, I mean she is, coarse and sometimes belligerent. Yet beneath this rough and jaded exterior is a personality no different than the landscape she'll soon call home. A vacant and harsh xeroscape of rugged terrain, yet a landscape that blooms a pleasing array of life when given water. Yes indeed C. Ramey, like the desert, just needs a healthy shower of love and affection and she too will bloom like a desert rose!
-Lovestruck Aden