You are something inscribed.
A historical,religious, a impale deep cut, impressed, scribble, or written on stone, brick, metal, or other type of hard suet.
A brief, usually informal dedication, as of a book or a break at work lunch.
Something of the past, a mere thought, notes to study, a broke person with cash, a wall of straw, a ?#&! Buddy!

You are like Water on Earth moving continuously through the water cycle of evaporation and transpiration (evapotranspiration), condensation, precipitation, and then run off, usually reaching the sea to my heart. Evaporation from one and transpiration to another contribute to the precipitation over land(my life). Like Water you are used in the production of a good or service is known as the virtual you.

Safely drinking you is essential to me and other lifeforms even though it provides no calories or organic nutrients. Access to safe drinking you has improved over the last years in almost every part of my world, even though approximately one billion people still lack access to you and over 2.5 billion have access to adequate sanitation.

This day is recognized and celebration in many regions around the world, although it is not a public holiday in any country.

Poems I withhold are the various Valentines that were connected to February 14,  which indicated us imprisoned for performing weddings for soldiers to be forbidden to marry and for ministering to Christians, who were persecuted under the Roman Empire. Life is According as our imprisonment, Valentine heals the daughter of his jailer,  and before my execution, I write to you this letter signed "Your Valentine" as a farewell.

You said you'd never ever break... down
But here I am sweeping... pieces off of the ground
You said you'd never, ever play... to down
But I've heard you running game to them now
I've spent all night long scared of tomorrow, broke my alarm
Everything is almost lost, pick it up slow, before it's gone...
I'm fragile I never thought would of been so fragile.

Seek what I can't find lust for something forbidden I care to much and to not receive anything I'm am lost at sea with no paddle or sail just floating in a wave of wonder I screamed for it to echo off the pail of delusion. I Am stuck though I am not drowning I'm head over Hills in something castaway to the wolves for a entre of misery. Death is around the corner literally shall I release my anger upon the seagull that **** on me for the last time, fair to those in the eyes of weaknesses although I can't bring myself to the sea level like a lifeless bodies I will rise to be carried away by the current and back to land to start anew. Til then I sank as a anchor with no bond to hold anything down to the bottomless-cold pit of darkness there I will be amongst differential of oneself. Seeking what I can't find wanted to be noticed.

She loves me she loves me not....

What's the point? Why do I need to know half of this?
When I fell for some scamp ****** shenanigans
Ghetto raised not a life that heaven sent
High school graduate street life is all that'll make sense
If you want to be there it's your typical event
I can't be happy poor so I will get mad rich.