Valentine Iv Poem by Yvonne Iversen

Still makes me wonder.
Is this fair?
Is this right?

Valentine,
dreadful word.
It can't describe the love,
others cannot see.

A pathetic symbolic memory,
for those who don't know how to use their skills.

The art of love.
Painted with all the colours of the world,
seen by true lovers.
Real lovers do not need one special day as a reminder.

Those who love without a reminder,
are the most appreciated.
For those who feel that every day together is unique.
For those who know that every day together is special.