Valentine Schmalentine

Every year on Valentine's Day I never conform to the pressure of throwing away hundreds of dollars like a drunken master on boxes of coconut chocolates dozens of red roses white stuffed bears carbonated heart balloons and chicken in the bag snacks with glass bottles of blue Mist instead I would rather sit at home and craft poems a surprise gift from the bottom of my heart of Leprechauns gold embodying the authentic love I possess for everyone in my life like the words and verses in the Songs of Solomon and cannot be solicited by currency of any shape or form