This is the day each year when we pour our heart out, or
tear it out, or bemoan not having anyone to give our heart up to, dressing it
all up with candy or cards or collections of roses, even on the off chance the
one we profess to love, doesn't love any of it and may come to hate you for
assuming that's what they wanted, the day when we are all supposed to have
someone somewhere, someone who knows how we feel, or maybe it is an unrequited
love, she not feeling love back, maybe it's all a rude assumption, we jumping
through these hoops for no better reason we might get lucky -- if we do, the
luck being we might stumble over the correct combination if not to her heart
then to other parts of her anatomy
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