Natalie Pfeffer

Valentine's Day Massacre

Cupid's bow, once more, stretched taut
In Valentine's name sends arrows rought
Of desparation, hope and love
In hearts that soar down from above.

Angst-gripped youths and chastened Misses
Blow a million red-drenched kisses
And fill the very air we suck
With urgent pleas to Lady Luck

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