• Love, a vile emotion.
    Who is Saint Valentine
    Whose name brings thoughts,
    of roses and sweets,
    Balloons and stuffed animals,
    In the middle of February?

    Why a baby be its symbol?
    His angelic face
    drawing attention away
    from the weapon he holds,
    meant to kill.
    A demon in disguise,
    under a veil so thin
    only deceiving those
    who are truly blinded
    by his spells and tricks.

    Bah, a warning I say!
    Of the trouble to come of love.
    The pain and suffering
    Of bringing a life
    into this world, once here
    its cries of need
    cause nothing but anguish.
    no peace for any.

    And speaking of this evil cherub,
    with arrows tipped in red.
    What other than the blood
    of mortals could stain them so?
    Piercing innocent hearts,
    releasing the poison it must harbor,
    a numbing venom, creating the illusion
    of bliss as it slowly eats away
    your most vital organ
    till noting but bitterness remains.

    Away from me demon!
    I refuse to be tainted
    by your venomous arrows.
    Why take the guise of a child?
    That question needs no answer.
    No one sees cause to mistrust an infant,
    No matter the warnings.

    “Dear miss, I am no demon,
    In neither guise nor intent.
    I do not poison those I touch
    with my arrows. I simply allow
    the lovers eyes to see,
    how in love they truly be
    with the one they most desire.”

    Bah, what else would a deceiver say?
    these lies you give, I am no fool.
    Now leave me, cherub
    Before I remove your wings.

    “Please Miss, who has scared you so?
    “Your heart is ice, locked tight
    behind walls of bitter hate
    no structure is made without cause.”

    Bitter you say am I?
    No, I can not be bitter,
    for I have never been stung
    by your filthy arrows.
    I have never loved…

    “Impossible! No mortal’s heart
    is made of stone.
    Surely your affections
    must lie with someone”