I have just revised a poem to include a Welsh reference. I hear the Welsh are especially adept at pointing out flaws. Have at it...

Valentines Day Tomorrow

Behind the Portuguese men-of-war
through their dragging tentacled rain
hides a hunchback moon.

On sloped cement the color of the storm
he turns the vice down
on something wrapped in a rag.

A spoon handle cut from its cradle
twisting it round to fit a finger.

The Welsh give wooden spoons
before engagement rings.
He teased, trying to milk

the silver spoon she found.
She turned it on him giving
the spoon with a well here.

Using the hammer to pound
the vice tighter to round out
the flat spots in the ring.

It is scarred by the pliers
he first tried. But it is
impossible to file them down

without losing the inscription.
Gone already is the t in "Eternally Yours".