Valentine's day from the perspective of a hopeless romantic

Valentine is what they say to their valentines to describe, The enchanting heart's whisper, how much they are special to them. Nevertheless, I fell sick, to be exact, not in the ocean of my lover's love. Astonishingly, the lover is what I mentioned is not real just an apocryphal to be enough. Dwelling in my mind from the dawn to the sweet kisses of night, He is nothing just fictional, a creature of my imagination, only to ignite. The day of fourteenth February, in which people celebrate the cherish of love, Where I prefer to live in my room, with my lover in my head, no any reason found to shrug. Hoping him to convert into reality, to create the world with me, I imagined, But the reality is a curse to us, I'd rather enter the world, I create, nothing to be tangled.