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I bid you helloon a day such as this
A day filled with "love"
yet often remiss
But this day lacks meaning, no, it matters not
Due to the true day from which it is wrought
The hearts, the candy, and even the flowers
Come from a structure which tends to cower
From Rome to Chaucer, the legend was formed
First from a note freely performed
To a song with nothing in its scrawl
So is it strange to wonder why we celebrate at all?
Perhaps the purpose of this does perplex
No, the poem is simple, and hard to misconstrue
But the overall complex...
How does that involve you?