Valentines Day? Bah, humbug!

Because we are nothing if not objective...

For my second ever Valentine, my boyfriend at the time mis-spelt my name... 

Be still my heart.

Symphony Recital  

by Dorothy Parker

I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the simplest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick. I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore:
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men.
I'm due to fall in love again.

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Happy Valentines Day!

The first Valentines Day card I ever received (from someone OTHER than my parents) had the following poem accompanying it. 

And being over the moon with delight and joy (at having received one!) I promptly memorised it and can still recite it with pleasure. 

A White Rose

by John Boyle O'Reilly

THE RED rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
Oh, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud	5
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

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