The month of love
How silly
To think that I should be overjoyed
By your displays of affection Due to the traditions
Of a holiday that is almost extinct
Your love for me
If it truly exist
Should not only be shown but once a year
I do not look forward
To this time
This month does not make me weak
Anticipating what you've gotten me
I do not seek such false joys Such false thoughts
Fake feelings
Just to appease the governments hunger for money.
I do not believe in such a holiday
Why should the calendar Decide when I can show my love
When you can give me a gift So do not bother with the roses
The chocolate
The jewels I won't except Because love should be celebrated
Everyday
Not just when the month tells you to.