Valentine's Day is at last here.
So happy am I oh my dear.
Love and kisses flying in the air.
Chocolate and roses given with flare.
Gals and guys smooching on their honeys.
Spit being exchanged and people eating at Shoney's.
Hearts breaking, hearts healing.
Hearts exploding and even hearts like oranges a peeling.
This poem makes no sense.
What do you want?
Did you want me to fluant?
I'm not a poet just someone that likes incense.
Happy Love Day.
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