Dear Valentine…: A poem 

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You could always be below your best 

Love could be closet, not a harvest 

And could you be for a few, and not the rest? 

Is your love selfish? I’m sorry, I jest 

God could be double-edged, does he forgive? 

Did he create us so that we love and live? 

Is life a penal colony? Is love defeat? 

Can it persevere as the noblest feat? 

Dear Valentine, what bothers me the most 

is: you are celebrated, but you are not the host 

You are not the flesh of the feast’s roast 

For, love is ephemeral, and lust is the toast 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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