My wife is gorgeous but real. The painted images eventually go crazy and break apart. Well, Valentine's Day, some ancient saint dug up by the greeting card people, the arrows of his martyrdom still protruding from his hide, stuck up on a flagpole to stimulate sales. We're supposed to buy Valentines now for our parents, our children, our lawyers. The world is sopping with commercial love.
Real love walks the dog, makes lunch and holds the fort.
The perfect woman shows that kind of love and makes her lover show it too. I was most offended. I had been polishing that sentence for days. It was an expression of my most profound and elaborate love. I should have known that my wife was expressing hers.