Valentine

The day when lovers meet, The day when bliss is master, Is the day when the plump angel, Shot a mans heart down, And told him love is all, And conquers all, Well little angel, You were mistaken, Your arrow induced pain and heartache, Your arrow brought people to their knees, In tears, All because you let your bow go, And showered us all, With more arrows than we can handle, This day that is commercialised, And so misconstrued, Is useless, Because the fat angel came down, And said love! And now we all love ourselves.