Holiday 6

International Asexuality Day
(with apologies to RB)

O my love is like a red, red rose
 That's left to thrive on vine;
O my love is like the patient years
 That cellar grape to wine.

So good thou art, my treasured friend,
 So fixèd in my heart,
The simmer of my constancy
 Required no flame to start.
 
My thoughts on you are natural-lit
 Eyes clear of gaudy flash;
The exclamation point of flesh
 Replaced by subtle dash.

And fare thee well, my only love
 With this emoji kiss!
And thank this awful distance, love,
 For our sweet chance to miss.