Written a long time ago (well in 2007) and the sentiment is still very much the same.
Twice I have tried to post a write up on Valentine on the system’s wiped them so no more, just enjoy!
Love is mush
Love is waiting by the telephone
For that elusive phone call
Praying that February is your month
And valentine your day
It is epileptic emotions run entirely by
Circumstances dictated by another
It is the eternal search for 'the one'
You are another's use.
Love is slavery
It is losing the power of self-control
Turning into a 'Yes dear, no dear, I only live to please dear' android
It is dreaming of being an equal
Yet becoming under, submerged by that desperate need
To be owned, to belong to another
Love is dominion
Enslaved with recycled cardboard chains
Shackled with roses
Kept sublime with wine and a little sex
Enough to keep pliant.
Love is boring
It is comfortable fat, sitting in front of the TV
watching another episode of 'East enders',
hoping your numbers come up in the Lottery,
disappointed
Having curry for dinner again
Trudging upstairs and falling into
Cuddle and sleep.
Love is bad
It is tears, called by many names
Heartbreak patched up with chocolate and untrue apologies
A wining, dining cyclone wiping out all that is real
Giving fairy tale settings that leave out the 'happy ever after'
A secret open yearn for a ring
To seal the destiny as lost.
Love is...bah!
Responses welcome-play nice!
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