Valentine Heart

I decided to conform and write a V-day poem.

 

Flowers and chocolate,

Candy and hearts

Cannot begin

            To define this day

            To describe the devotion

            To depict the emotion

Running through our minds.

Begun by our interlaced hands,

This feeling travels

Through our bodies,

Filling our hearts,

Opening our minds,

Completing our souls.

 

We don’t need flowers

To label our passion,

For flowers will wilt and fade –

And I dearly hope that

Is not an emblem of

What is to come of us –

The chocolate will be eaten –

I hope that our ardor will not

Disappear inside the mouth of hatred

And greed like this food –

The candy will melt and although it

Tastes good for an instant,

Eventually that taste is gone,

And all that comes is a longing for

Something else, something different –

But I hope that our devotion will stay

With each other and not flee

To someone else –

And the hearts,

The fake, plastic hearts.

How can anything real,

Like these emotions,

Be defined within a mere symbol?

Please, do not begin to

Define “love” within a

Synthetic, factory-processed heart,

Especially not one that is created

En masse, alongside millions of others

Exactly the same.

            For each love,

            Each emotion,

            Each passionate embrace

Is different,

So do not define

            This day,

            This feeling,

            This love

Inside a mocking figure

Such as a Valentine heart.