No paper valentines
for me please and
I'm fresh out of roses!
What a disease
to feel compelled by an industry
to do what they say
on a specific day
so they can make money
and you can tell your honey
I love you.
I do that everyday, so does he,
we don't need
to be told to hug and kiss
we have 45 years of this
day in and day out
we already know
what love is about.
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