Stupid Cupid

It's that time of the year again.

How cliche. How trite.

How I hate it.

The world is awash with

red, red bouquets of roses.

Declarations of true love,

sweet and eternal love

...which ends a month later.

Flaunting their beloved other half,

and wearing their hearts upon

their silken sleeves...

only to be torn out

by next Valentines Day.