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We're no strangers to love, you know the rules and so do I.

A full commitment's what I'm

thinking of

You wouldn't get this from

any other guy.

I-I-I-I just wanna tell you how I'm feelin

Gotta make you understand

NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP

NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWNN

NEVER GONNA RUN AND ROUND AND

DESERT YOU

NEVER GONNA MAKE YOU CRY

NEVER GONNA SAAAY GOODBYEE

NEVER GONNA TELL A LIE

AND HURT YOU

(oooooo, give you up)

never gonna give never gonna give

(ooooooo, give you up)

never gonna give never gonna give

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Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

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Valentine focuses on love as a subject in its entirety, however Cozy Apologia focuses on Dove’s love for one person, Fred.

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This suggests that love and relationships aren’t always smooth and can have ups and downs

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Both poems promises light. In cozy ‘this lamp’ suggests that their relationship is good in valentine they use it promises love shows there love might relight

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Both Valentine and Cozy apologia describe their past memories and relationships, Dove describes her relationships as pointless “Of teenage crushes on worthless boys”, whereas Duffy looks back on photographs of her past “a wobbling photo of grief”.

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Both poems talk about picking something that reminds them of that person Cozy Apologia, "anything" could remind Dove of Fred whereas the specific item Duffy has chosen was an onion because it has a deeper meaning "I give you an onion" Duffy challenges Clichés.

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Both poems show elements of danger. In cozy apologia there is a hurricane heading towards them “Big Bad Floyd” this suggests that there is danger coming towards them and this suggests that love and relationships aren’t always smooth and can have ups and downs.

In valentine “cling to your knife” shows danger. the verrb “cling” suggests that she is wanting to hold on to the relationship and feels it may not last whereas Dove knows her relationship is secure and "content"

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In cozy, the quote I ‘I fill this stolen time with you ‘ suggest that love is everlasting and continue after death . In comparasion , in Valentine it promises light shows there is optimism and hope and they could restart there relationship

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In cozy it talks heavyly on more of a positive sides of love from quotes "shining armour" shows how he is a hero but in Valentine shows him more as "sobbing photo of grief"

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Both Cozy Apologia and Valentine describe a sense of danger, Dove presents danger as“big bad Floyd” and in valentine as “cling to your knife” this suggests that there is suffering in all relationships - they are not always perfect

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In Cozy Dove shows love as a ‘ hero’ and ‘shooting arrows’ suggests love is like cupid and full of romance, Duffy disagrees with the cliched poem ‘not a cute card or a kissogram’ this shows her feelings for her partner are more realistic

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‘ I could pick anything and think of you’ suggests love is always in the back of her mind, in valentine the quote ‘ not a red rose or satin heart ‘ unlike Dove, Duffy disagrees that everything is a symbol of love. She challenges the cliched gifts

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For Fred

I could pick anything and think of you—

This lamp, the wind-still rain, the glossy blue

My pen exudes, drying matte, upon the page.

I could choose any hero, any cause or age

And, sure as shooting arrows to the heart,

Astride a dappled mare, legs braced as far apart

As standing in silver stirrups will allow—

There you'll be, with furrowed brow

And chain mail glinting, to set me free:

One eye smiling, the other firm upon the enemy.

This post-postmodern age is all business: compact disks

And faxes, a do-it-now-and-take-no-risks

Event. Today a hurricane is nudging up the coast,

Oddly male: Big Bad Floyd, who brings a host

Of daydreams: awkward reminiscences

Of teenage crushes on worthless boys

Whose only talent was to kiss you senseless.

They all had sissy names—Marcel, Percy, Dewey;

Were thin as licorice and as chewy,

Sweet with a dark and hollow center. Floyd's

Cussing up a storm. You're bunkered in your

Aerie, I'm perched in mine

(Twin desks, computers, hardwood floors):

We're content, but fall short of the Divine.

Still, it's embarrassing, this happiness—

Who's satisfied simply with what's good for us,

When has the ordinary ever been news?

And yet, because nothing else will do

To keep me from melancholy (call it blues),

I fill this stolen time with you.