For some reason Valentine’s Day always reminds me of a short poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay:
All the grown-up people say,
“What, those ugly thistles?
Mustn’t touch them! Keep Away!
Prickly! Full of bristles!”
Yet they never make me bleed
Half so much as roses!
Must be purple is a weed,
And pink and white is posies.
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