Valentine's Void

Today Valentine is in my heart.
Like a cold stone he lies, unmoved and unmoving from yesterday,
and the yesterday before that.
He remains stagnant on this day as he has been for all time.
But today is Valentine's day, the day when he raises one flabby leg heavenward
to expel his gaseous message to the lovers of the earth.
And from the fathomless depths of his great folds of flesh arises the
stifling stench:
The stink of futile longing,
The putrid emanation of purloined purity,
The Rot of Love.