This was supposed to be a Love Poem

I am trying to convice my hand
to write a poem about
all the wonderful things
that remind me of the
L, the O, the V, the E
but you see
the trouble with me
is that love requires two
maybe more, but no less
and while I can love myself
there is no “self love day”
although to some this could be “self loathe day”
because of all the missed
chances of all the dismissed
and those we leave on a string
twirling in the air until a knot forms
At best,
I cannot express
how I do not hate on the
L, the O, the V, the E
of another
I just want to define
what it is I see
L for the living in fear of it
O for being overwhelmed by it
V for valentines making us buy into it
E for everyone falls for it
This was supposed to be a Love Poem
but that changed
because there are
no chocolate covered dreams
no fat little angel with wings
no rose that lives forever
the only thing that is real
is the heart.
This was supposed to be a Love Poem