Valentine’s Triolet

cupid and psycheWhy is this day unlike all the others?

Wingless romantics pierce hearts, like Cupid,

Who’d make love all year, if he had his druthers.

Why is this day unlike all the others?

We pair like doves, no need for another’s.

Together we’re giddy, deliciously stupid.

Why is this day unlike all the others?

Wingless romantics, pierce hearts! Like Cupid.

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