Red-letter days call for celebration
save for this one, a date is in order
to gratify her wants, or his hunger
for singles though, this warrants obsession!
Cards come up with clichés every fourteenth
besting the Saint himself in pure romance
to gratify her hunger, or his wants
for singles though, ’twas Friday the thirteenth!
Name a single day when love is truest,
can it not be now, tomorrow, the next?
Love must have always been, in retrospect,
always have, always will, as cards say best
Is love not written on hearts, ‘stead of cards?
When truest, resists time winding onwards.