Love is a Real Thing

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Valentine’s Day vehicles commercial rubbish,
Making demonstrations of love forced and false,
Creating a heinous paradox.
Love is an intangible, entangleable,
It cannot be captured in a box and sold,
As love has no monetary value,
And no bounds and no limits.

And yet, despite these rantings,
This momentously capitalist day jars,
Evokes an emotional response,
reminding me of you
And how you are

My waking thoughts,
My joy,
My love,
My happiness.
You hold me when I’m happy,
when I’m melancholy.

You warm my heart with your words and your eyes,
I need your heart to keep mine beating,
And it skips and dances when we’re together.

The love I feel for you cannot be justified with a card;
Even language ties my tongue.
And so, although expressions of love can be lost
To faceless corporations,
And feline mischievousness,
Love itself can never fade or be forgotten,
As love as an abstract state of mind is more concrete
Than love as a corporeal product.
Real love is a real thing.

Happy Valentine’s Day.