These days,
love's wrapped in red paper,
given with red roses and satin hearts.
Chocolates,
a taste of love.
Loving,
by the promises you can't keep.
Kisses
and embraces,
making love.
Love suited for dinners,
beef and wine.
Love described by
poetry
and trips to Paris.
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