Part XXXI
(In all honesty, Valentines day has always been a nuisance to me. Some might say I harbor a grudge to it. Or maybe I've not met what its suppose to mean, but I hate it. Its the worst holiday and it evidently grosses me out xD)
A
V A L I A N T
V A L E N T I N E
With armored fingers,
And drift cheeks.
With sharp words,
And iron eyes.
With swift masks,
And shielded hearts.
A breathe is all it takes,
To send them all to his feet.
The roar of the steeds,
A tranquilizing stampede.
A halo radiating from his long silky locks.
Yes, he really is the valiant Valentine.
What a heartbreaker he really is.
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