I ONCE WROTE A POEM ABOUT VALENTINE?

But now looking back, I hate the place where unlikely feets have trod!

And so I asked out for help, I saw there was no help from anyone. All feets have joined the vain deep joy of the season, I took it into my power, and walked away without aid.

Friends do not tell me, happy Valentine, because I now know Valentine!
The guy is gone to judgement and humen indeed still venerate and give his burial place a yearly rememberance of his godesses. Lord God!

Godit! Your hands are there but our hands are clean!

Hold your wife/husband or life-partner-to-be every single day of your life, tell them:
I love you.
You, remember your name for that day, everyday. For after the days are past came The Judgement of days.

WERE WILL YOU SPEND THE PERMANENT LIFE AFTER THE DANCE OF THE TEMPORAL?
Prepare!