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A poem about Valentine's Day |
Valentine’s Day- The day of the year Dedicated to love, And intimate cheer. When the men all rush, Like wild, savage beasts, To buy her great gifts, And cook lavish feasts. A day when credits Are maxed to the limit, And if she has a request, He goes through Hell to fill it. A day when everybody Thinks they’re poetically fine- While they serenade their lady With someone else’s written rhyme. A day when the dreamers Lie with tears in their eyes- Upon lonely beds, Singing With heartbroken cries. A day when “I love you” Is supposed to mean much, When a guy thinks he’s got it By calling her “Pretty” and such . . A day filled with roses, That remind us of summer days. Too bad those cheap roses, Will wither and die in a few days. A day filled with chocolate; A sweet, tasty treat- Bought for four dollars, From the CVS down the street . . Advice? Cook her dinner, talk, You need nothing to buy. Just lie under the stars, And let time slowly die. The perfect gift? A poem, penned over a week- Just don’t brainstorm or think, Just let your heart speak. And kiss her goodnight, And, again, express how you feel- After all, she’s the only thing That makes your life real. Don’t be commercial or cheap, Don’t let gifts help you say- How much you love her, This Valentine’s Day. |