When did love become full of romantics, 

Can love not be from the bonds we have made? 

Society fills us with such antics, 

That love is sexual or it will soon fade; 

It’s the world who sells us unneeded things, 

Like chocolates and bouquets of flowers, 

And those godly expensive diamond rings; 

Monetizing lovers are their powers. 

Shouldn’t we give everyone we know love? 

Is our family not true endearment? 

Since their bonds and blood is that we share of? 

And with this fond issue, I now lament. 

But, it's those who have the deepest bond, 

Those that know us most, they are loved and fond.