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On this Val
Love is,
Yet, love is not
The phoney chorus of love
Sung on this Valentine
That you dance to entwine.
Love is,
Yet, love is not
This frenetic display
Of Red roses bouquet
On this Valentine
Which you caress till eventide.
Love is,
Yet, love is not
That foul four-footed beast
Slain profaningly every time
On the altar of valentine,
Buried beneath conscience of adamantine.
Love is,
Yet, where is love?
In the air?
Maybe!
only on this Val:
Where love stays in the air
Daring never to rest
On hearts that don't care
But whose mouth is crested
With I-love-you dear.
Beware! Beware! Only beware!
© Jed's
Yet, love is not
The phoney chorus of love
Sung on this Valentine
That you dance to entwine.
Love is,
Yet, love is not
This frenetic display
Of Red roses bouquet
On this Valentine
Which you caress till eventide.
Love is,
Yet, love is not
That foul four-footed beast
Slain profaningly every time
On the altar of valentine,
Buried beneath conscience of adamantine.
Love is,
Yet, where is love?
In the air?
Maybe!
only on this Val:
Where love stays in the air
Daring never to rest
On hearts that don't care
But whose mouth is crested
With I-love-you dear.
Beware! Beware! Only beware!
© Jed's
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