Valentine

What’s in a valentine?

February fourteenth

Chocolate sweets for my love

The scent of roses, so sweet

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Red love for my sweet

White, for a love that’s true

Pure hearts anticipating

Not broken and bruised

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Or is it just a facade?

With warts for perfect hearts

Red roses withered, dying

Chocolatey lies from the start

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The hopeless romantic expects

The cynic rolls his eyes

Lovers have their day

Basking in the tie that binds

Written by L.M. McBean

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