Why are there so many plush toys, diamond rings, and fancy heart-shaped things?
Why is 'love' used most ironically and most often, yet commitment chills bones?
Why is giving mean nothing to the princess, yet puffs up the already arrogant kings?
Why are relationships negotiated via skype, text, and cell phones?
Love is meaningless, Love is vain
Love is betrayal, a mocking pain
Love is a trial, Love is a word
Oxygeausia, tasteless its sword
Its name is a beacon, a faint-hearted cry
A word with no meaning, Love is a lie
Does it exist, This antique form
Maybe, though the path is a hell of a storm
So here I set forth, confused at this trough
Diving in, to show one, what she ought
Here's to antiquity, to setting it straight
On a path I have chosen, revealing my fate
__________, I'm coming...
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