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The chocolate is gone and the roses are in the vase. Valentine’s Day is well and truly over. But you must review the latest wordsmithing from The Washington Post. This time you had to develop a two sentence poem - the first declaring passion and love, and the second negating that with hate or disharmony.

Reminds me: Someone once said hate is the opposite of love. It isn’t. Hate is too passionate so it has more in common with love than we’d like to acknowledge. The opposite of love is anitpathy. Not caring at all is as far from love as you can be. Right?

Now onto those couplets…

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you has screwed up my life.

I see your face when I am dreaming.
That’s why I always wake up screaming.

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.

Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you ’cause I was pissed.

I thought that I could love no other
– that is until I met your brother.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl’s empty and so is your head.

I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don’t take that paper bag off your face.

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes
Damn, I’m good at telling lies!

My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?

My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe “Go to hell.”

What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.