In my weird nightdreams the dead revive
I feel both freaked out and curious
The former valentines do look furious
At suffering grief, too helpless to be alive

It is amazing to stay in psychic contact
To read the secret and unspoken thoughts
Nobody cares for lies or a string of oaths
If your soul is saved, it's pure and intact

I took a look into your distant future
And found it to be the same as my past
Except for dying love which was due to last
You paid a penalty for being a faulty creature

Aram Stefanian

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/valentines/