It’s time, Valentine

Painting by Vyacheslav Belov

It’s time to tickle those rosy tastebuds
It’s time to tell another story
It’s time… tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…
To pretend I’m the only one you’ve got
And cover yourself in glory
It’s time to reset the clocks
Prevent things from getting gory
But we both know
We all know
The relative reality
Of one man’s divinity
Is full of sin and liberty
For the saucy goose inside of me
Still judges the gander’s fidelity
What comes up must go down
Under the juicy goose’s eiderdown
All love won is a battle for self lost
Too busy chasing a chimera
To understand and count the cost
The old ones think they’re cynical
Since romance fell off it’s lofty pedestal
They talk of secret passion
But only sip their drinks and frown
Who of them has the guts
To make their hearts their own?

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