Store bought affections with confections, sugary sweet treats that seek adoration. Card creations in mass production equate to consumer seduction. Procreation from the adoration is the goal, a soul for solace, the fallacy in sincerity, a rarity is a true heart felt. My eyes welt with tears held back, when the romance is real. But still the rose in mass production is corruption in all that's true about a hallmark holiday that will never go away. As women want the attention, men want to consummate the true intention. Candle light dinner is the spinner in direction. Wonder not on romance, but the stupid courtship dance. We do things just because, not just with hearts filled with love. A day of romance should be random, not tandem to a calendar date, but my spate is on forced displays of affection that seem to pass by without correction. Happy Valentines Day.
-ed
(Love is as true as we make it)
