Burn These Bleeding Hearts

Now the chocolates finished
The roses wilt and brown
The valentines are over
And strewn across the ground
The lovers wake up tired
Hungover just a bit
They continue their daily rituals
Drinking coffee, stare, and sit
Is this what love's come down to?
A day a year, that's all
What happened to the age of poets
When you fall, you really fall.
Love, let's burn these bleeding hearts
Because no hallmark card can be as true
As when I hold your chin between my fingers
Lean in and kiss you.