Poems For the Unromantic
Tis the month we think of love
A thing which we can't get enough
We pine, we long, we mope, we yearn
And clutch at hearts that hotly burn
But if without, you're not unlovable
From forlornness you are recoverable
I know of something that will lift
Think of this as more than gift
Like a mantra for the strong
Give a glance then move along
Read, ignore or barely blink
They're scented sweet and softly pink
To get you feeling just as good
As if you're in a loving mood
Yet instead of a mate to date
You're on your own and feeling great
Simply words, just pure semantic
Poems for the unromantic!
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