Love is my favorite disaster
Handcrafted by Parisian Mobs
Lynching my heart for the tanner
And leaving the scabs for the Slobs
This veil of chivalrous valour
Fools maidens into senseless wenches
But I'm just a sensitive jester
Digging for contact in Teflon trenches
It's easy for pigs at the Trough
To gorge on immediate pleasure
When finding an apple in dross
Is an eagles entire endeavour
I'd feel safer to be in an earthquake
Then nestled to relationship follies
For the danger in natures a cake
Compared to a heart drowned in holly
So I've closing the door on admittance
For any Valentine's Day card souvenirs
Cause it's better for sanities acquaintance
Then Leaving trails of my ardours entrails
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