Valentines beware,
For I too, can play unfair.
Waiting for a rose,
Or writing a prose,
I guess you may think,
Because you are pink,
That I should shout love,
and flutter like a dove.
Valentines beware,
For I too, can play unfair,
Cards and flowers,
And chocolate showers,
With frills and lace,
a smothering grace.
Balloons and cake,
A picnic by the lake.
Ugh! Valentines beware,
I wish I could play so unfair.



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