Valentine's Day comes once a year,
a holiday you detest, my dear.
I know you don't like what it has now become,
forcing consumerism on most everyone.
My love, My heart, with tears in my eyes,
I came home late last night to an early surprise.
You had gone out and bought me the biggest paper-weight,
A KITCHENAID mixer and a deep fat fryer, in slate.
I know some may think, this not so grand,
but Love, My Heart, your the best in the land.
You have taken a hope, a dream, and a joke,
combined them into one, and with your heart spoke.
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