ABOUT "VALENTINE"
This one isn't ours. The words belong to Carol Ann Duffy.
Her poem "Valentine" did something none of us could shake — it took love and stripped away every cliché until all that was left was an onion. Not a red rose. Not a satin heart. An onion.
"I give you an onion. It's a moon wrapped in brown paper."
We read it and couldn't leave it on the page. It needed to be heard, not just read. So we gave it music.
The song is her refusal — of easy romance, of the version they sell you. The real thing makes you cry. It stays on your lips. It doesn't let go.
Possessive and faithful. For as long as we are.