Valentine's dismay,
another wearisome day.
Worryingly preyed upon
by businessman
more worried
about their pay.
And I just love.
It’s simple. I love.
No matter.
Love is far more
than a valentine's card
quickly scrawled,
or some sweet chocolate treats
and a paper rose,
it’s a feeling deep
in your heart,
and my love grows, it calls
for all of those
that sit alone.
Love doesn't need
announcing,
it isn't something
we need to buy.
We just feel,
and connect,
like rain drops collecting
then falling from the sky.
Materialistic bliss.
nothing but a magpie
wanting shiny gifts.
I would always prefer
a simple kiss
than anything
money can supply.
I will give hearts and flowers,
I'll sing in verses and rhyme,
I'll share my whole being,
all of my time. Not to provide
card shops with money tree crops,
not interested in market shares,
not here to invest in
fake rose petal wares.
I have a heart overflowing,
but I'm not here for sowing.
I'm here for harvest, to share
the love I've been growing.
Thanks for reading
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