LOVE COMMERCIALISED
They tell you what to eat
and wear
And how you should love
and care
So they created a day called
"Valentine's"
When love becomes very blind.
They sell you roses costing
ten times more
For fifty, they'll take
it to her door
If love is measured by roses
red
What happens when they droop
and fade.
Candlelight dinner you can't
afford
Can't tell her, or your
status will drop
If love is measured by where
we dine
What happens when stomach's
not fine.
A fanciful costly card you
must buy
Everyone's doing it, so
you don't ask why.
If love is measured by what's
on a card
What happens when words
fail the heart.
Newspapers want to make
money too
Reserve love columns just
for you
If love is measured by such
publicity
What happens when faced
with the ordinary.
Why let love be so commercialised
An annual affair, reduced
to a price
Senseless competition of
status and style
By those all geared up to
make a big pile.
It's the giving of yourself
each day
In the many small and simple
ways
That make you a true and
precious friend
Who will live and love till
the very end.