How many ****** Valentine's poems will I be forced to endure - young love lost love ill-begotten love - likened to that of a blooming red rose thorns and all - "Oh! my passion burns bright like the flames in my *****!"
Much too cliche, I think as I sit down to write my own and sign it "Yours Always".
This is a quick, unedited poem that I wrote at my desk. I'm bound to change it. Unfortunately, it sounds more bitter and less comedic than I intended.