I heard cupid put down his arrows at the end of 1945.
I hear he picked up gardening.
I hear he believes that love must be grown.
That’s why I see him walking around wearing tacky overalls and a sunhat,
carrying a beaten watering can of a hippie-like colour scheme,
along with a precious bag of seeds.
14th Febuary 2014, penned.
happy valentine’s day
