Damn it's so difficult to come up with something meaningful, romantic and sincere.
I've gone with a Vogon love poem this year:
See, see the kind sky
Marvel at its big puce depths.
Tell me darling, do you
Wonder why the warthog ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel groggy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your sniggley facial growth
That looks like vermicelli.
What's more, it knows
Your fallacious potting shed
Smells of cabbages.
Everything under the big kind sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm pigs.
I've gone with a Vogon love poem this year:
See, see the kind sky
Marvel at its big puce depths.
Tell me darling, do you
Wonder why the warthog ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel groggy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your sniggley facial growth
That looks like vermicelli.
What's more, it knows
Your fallacious potting shed
Smells of cabbages.
Everything under the big kind sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm pigs.
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