Now I know that our parents
tell us to love each other
Well I believe we kids have made declarants
that we have annoying sisters and brothers

When I say, love
It could mean many things
The floating cupid up above
with the bells ringing

Or maybe proposals in the park
to acquire a new husband/wife
or cutting up paper hearts
to make cards for memories for life

So buy a flower bonnet
Before I finish this sonnet