Cupid was standing next to the Halloween cards stretched so far from the valentine's day cards.
He pondered.
If he could pass out hearts like packages of candy.
Would people remain children at heart forever.
Without need for costume,
what would happen to the ghouls with nothing to vandalize.
Slowly falling in love with the taste of next year
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem