Gifts of Love
A poem about the absurdity of Valentine's Day norms.
A box of chocolates, jewelry, a gorgeous red rose,
what is it you expect from the partner you chose?
I'd rather get time, a lifetime in fact,
a smile, memories, a best friend with whom I can effortlessly interact.
Let's bury the cliche shows and water meaningful love so it grows.
About the Creator
Madison Newton
I'm a recent graduate of Stony Brook University with a degree in Environmental Humanities and Filmmaking. I love writing and storytelling, and I love sharing my work so I can continue to improve my written voice.
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Nicely put sentiment, but I'm afraid we're stuck with the profit margin of the Hallmark Holidays. Sigh...