By: Ronald Leung


To have 20 valentines: oh how I miss those days,
Draped in a childhood haze.
Dodge ball in grade three,
Getting my elementary school degree.

Feburary 14th: the day would roll around,
Which cards would I get? Thinking in a frown.
Scooby Doo?
Hello Kitty?
Carrying my own cards, school-bound.

The time would come,
All my friends to be my valentine!
Handing out my precious cards,
No one will ever be glum.

How strange it is then,
And how strange it is now,
To go from multi-valentine fun,
To only wanting one.


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