Frantic lovers rush
to pin Cupid.
But I attach Nonchalance
to my heart.
They have red bows and red things
on things;
While I beribbon myself
with Indifference.
Wines, flowers, kisses, love-makings
are their thrills.
But such are frills.
To me and my beloved,
today is already
the day of love.
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