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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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