Exceptional A poem Valentine, You Swine by PoeticXscape

Valentine, you swine. You might manipulate hearts. But you won't have mine. Me and my money will not part. You can keep your sickly sweet chocolates and bitter wine. Like many, I believed we all have a soulmate. But now I know that's bull. There's only one love I want to celebrate. And that's of me, Paul. Men are only good for their wallets and bodies. To think otherwise is to think like a fool. The thought of a man owning me rots me. Love is a bitch with its rules. Money spent. On cards sent. With words that aren't even meant. All to appease the other half. You're having a laugh. You might think me bitter and jealous. I learnt my lesson long ago. I'll not waste my time with being zealous. All my love goes into the words, birds and songs I've heard. I don't care if it is tradition. I don't need your permission. Valentine, you are out of line. To presume how I should romantically shine.

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