Saint Valentine

 A poet once said,

It's hard to be a saint in the city

That wasn't me

It was someone else

I would guess 

this is even more true

If you want to be

Saint Valentine

Keeping track of

all those random hearts

the buckets of flowers

and boxes of chocolate

It's not the saint's job

to make connections

It's the saint's job 

to promote them

Like it was a good idea

Like giving your heart away

was a good idea

It could be

But only if

You get one

back