It seems especially fitting that I’m working on this column even as I am surrounded by the rampant commercialism of Valentine’s Day, a day that supposedly honours and celebrates love with declarations in verse and poetry. Although most of the verses I will end up quoting in this column may never find their way inside a card splattered with glittery pink hearts, I am persuaded that all love poetry is erotic poetry, somehow, and I am not alone.

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