Just Another Day

This supposed day of love,
Doesn't mean a thing.
The only thing that matters,
Is letting love ring
Out in the hearts of lovers true

Whether on this day or the next,
It doesn't matter at all,
Nothing is special about it,
Except for a story that may or may not be true.

Why devote one day to love,
and not the other three-hundred sixty-four?
For if love is meant to only last a day,
What's the point of loving at all?