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The Valentine Jingle
Replying to Letter #49 from James Edward Young
Where grand gestures are reserved for romantic relationships, one man decided to break the mold and take his friendship to the next level.
On bended knee, Medium author James Edward Young proposed a bond of friendship. To seal this bond, we would write to each other on this platform.
I hope you can stop by and spend some time reading our letters. I am not quite sure if our life stories are your cup of tea; however, I am sure you will bust out a giggle, fall to the floor and laugh out loud, fart, pee on yourself, have a stomachache from laughing or, like me, often cry with tears of joy.
Who knows?
Maybe, just maybe, the world will witness more friendship proposals on bended knee-and a whole lot of love.
A link will be provided below for all other past letters between James and Love, as we are now at golden letter #50!
We hope you enjoy our unique friendship journey!
February 12, 2024
Dear Jim and Joan,
The golden letter number 50. Here we are. Who would have thank we would ever write so much? But I am loving it and I hope our letter writing never ends.
Here’s something new I created for you. I was thinking all weekend, “Why can’t we have a LOVE month like Christmas?" or better yet, “a LOVE Year!” Love is a universal language; all of us understand what a heart means. We know the emotion and joy love brings, and the pain of love’s suffering.
So to celebrate this love, I have taken it upon myself to celebrate love all year round.
Here is the Valentine’s Jingle, I wrote you and Joan.
Use the same background music for "Twelve Days of Christmas.”
Here goes. James and Joan, are you ready to sing?
The Valentine’s Jingle by Love.
(The Fourteen Days of Valentine’s Month)
On the first day of Valentine’s my mother said to me.
Kiss that boy, and you will never be free!
On the second day of Valentine’s, my mother said to me.
Two of James’ fuckin’ spiders.
Kiss that boy, and you will never be free!
On the third day of Valentine’s, my mother said to me.
Three California bitches
Two of James’ fuckin’ spiders.
Kiss that boy, and you will never be free.
On the fourth day of Valentine’s, my mother said to me.
Four sh**tty brats,
Three California bitches,
Two of James’ fuckin’ spiders
Kiss that boy, and you will never be free!
On the fifth day of Valentine’s, my mother said to me.
Five golden fake rings!
Four sh**tty brats,
Three California bitches
Two of James’ fuckin’ spiders
Kiss that boy and you will never be free!
On the sixth day of Valentine’s, my mother said to me
Six divorces ended,
Five golden fake rings!
Four sh**tty brats,
Three California bitches
Two of James’ fuckin’ spiders
Kiss that boy and you will never be free!
On the seventh day of Valentine’s, my mother said to me.
Seven suitors waiting,
Six divorces ended,
Five golden fake rings!
Four sh**tty brats,
Three California bitches
Two of James’ fuckin’ spiders
Kiss that boy and you will never be free!
On the eighth day of Valentine’s, my mother said to me,
You’ve got eight wrinkles a showing,
Seven suitors waiting,
Six divorces ended,
Five golden fake rings!
Four sh**tty brats,
Three California bitches
Two of James’ fuckin’ spiders
Kiss that boy and you will never be free!
On the ninth day of Valentine’s Day, my mother said to me
Nine bills a paying,
You’ve got eight wrinkles a showing,
Seven suitors waiting,
Six divorces ended,
Five golden fake rings!
Four sh**tty brats,
Three California bitches
Two of James’ fuckin’ spiders
Kiss that boy and you will never be free!
On the tenth day of Valentine’s, my mother said to me.
Ten days of hoping
Nine bills a paying,
You’ve got eight wrinkles a showing,
Seven suitors waiting,
Six divorces ended,
Five golden fake rings!
Four sh**tty brats,
Three California bitches
Two of James’ fuckin’ spiders
Kiss that boy and you will never be free!
On the eleventh day of Valentine’s day, my mother said to me.
Eleven couples dancing,
Ten days of hoping
Nine bills a paying,
You’ve got eight wrinkles a showing,
Seven suitors waiting,
Six divorces ended,
Five golden fake rings!
Four sh**tty brats,
Three California bitches
Two of James’ fuckin’ spiders
Kiss that boy and you will never be free!
On the twelve days of Valentine’s, my mother said to me,
Twelve letters to James a mailing,
Eleven couples dancing,
Ten days of hoping
Nine bills a paying,
You’ve got eight wrinkles a showing,
Seven suitors waiting,
Six divorces ended,
Five golden fake rings!
Four sh**tty brats,
Three California bitches
Two of James’ fuckin’ spiders
Kiss that boy and you will never be free!
On the thirteenth day of Valentine’s, my mother said to me.
The thirteenth is the last day of shopping,
Twelve letters to James a mailing,
Eleven couples dancing,
Ten days of hoping
Nine bills a paying,
You’ve got eight wrinkles a showing,
Seven suitors waiting,
Six divorces ended,
Five golden fake rings!
Four sh**tty brats,
Three California bitches
Two of James’ fuckin’ spiders
Kiss that boy and you will never be free!
On the fourteenth day of Valentine’s, my mother said to me.
Love the one you’re with,
The thirteenth is the last day of shopping,
Twelve letters to James a mailing,
Eleven couples dancing,
Ten days of hoping
Nine bills a paying,
You’ve got eight wrinkles a showing,
Seven suitors waiting,
Six divorces ended,
Five golden fake rings!
Four sh**tty brats,
Three California bitches
Two of James’ fuckin’ spiders
Kiss that boy and you will never be free!
I hope you loved this Valentine’s Jingle.
Now to your letter #49 that you wrote me.
The most important thing that Jane taught me is that whatever happened to you in this world does not define who you are unless you let it define you.
You told me about your catching polio and how kids at school made fun of you. Kids can be mean. I am sorry you had to go through the pain of not being fully accepted. Well, here you are, I am glad you are writing to me about this. I appreciate your honesty and vulnerability. I don’t think you could have been as good as a poet if you didn’t have these traumas, Jim. Our scars define who we are and who we will become. I am very proud of the pain, as I now can realize why I needed to go through any pain. To help others. And that is the mission of love.
Let me share another poem that I hold close to my heart, I read this poem whenever I feel rejected by the universe.
I will write about my favorite poems on a separate topic altogether as they deserve to be shared. I hope you enjoy this one. This poem shows us how resilient we are as human beings to adapt, and become the change that is needed in this world.
Invictus, by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced or cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years,
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
So, this ends letter #50 for us James. I hope this was as epic as you expected. I hope so. I think this would be the first Valentine’s jingle ever wrote. HAHAHA, I hope you enjoyed every phrase.
Jim, let me know ok.
Here is letter #49 from James to Love:
Here are all the letters between Medium authors, James Edward Young and Love.
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