Valentine’s Day is looming up ahead,
with all the promise of a thermonuclear warhead.
It’s sure to be an explosion,
of love and devotion.
For everyone,
and every single person,
or at least, those with a significant someone.
Flowers and chocolate,
fancy clothes and dinner gourmet.
As a reminder that someone loves you much, much more,
on this one specific day.
Than all the others, all 364
romantic gestures are imperative.
A requirement in lieu of
the usual Netflix and "Wyd" texts
received at 12 a.m.
Some may say its commercial,
bourgeois and artificial,
but it forces those special people in your life to choose
what they really want to do.
Do they shower you in affection?
Give you care and attention?
Or not give into the corporatization.
But what’s particularly so irritating,
is not the pressure to treat the one you’re dating.
It’s that people so often forget the true reason for the season
Saint Valentine martyred for treason.
A saint not just for lovers,
but also epileptics and beekeepers.
So hug those you love tightly,
donate to a cause supporting epilepsy
and taste some sweet honey
This very special, fourteenth of February.
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