The Perfect Valentine's Gift

There's a perfectly good explanation for you not having a gift. Purposely bad

I bought you something special
For Valentine's Day
I spent hours
And hours
Precious and sweet
Looking for
The Perfect Gift
For
My Perfect Gift
I held it in my hand
So, special and
Perfect
I left the store
So pleased
As I was walking
Down the street
I was humming
Our song
The birds were singing
The sun shining
I looked up to enjoy
The perfect day
With the perfect gift
For my perfect love
When one of the birds
Pooped
Perfectly into my eye
The stingy was horrid
But I held tightly to
The Perfect Gift
But I could not see
My eyes were filled
With tears and poop
The next thing I knew
I had stepped off the curb
Spinning wildly into
Oncoming traffic
Horns, curses, pain
So, my perfect love
As I lay in this hospital bed
I wanted you to know
That in the middle of
Mimosa and Main
Lies
A perfectly ruined gift