No candy hearts in our group chat glow, Just late night pings and the grind we know. No violins when the metrics stall, Just stubborn hearts that outlast the fall. We don’t send roses, we ship ideas, Through doubt filled nights and caffeine tears. We fall in love with the climb, the fight, With broken launches and wins at midnight. Our love notes look like whiteboard lines, Half-built dreams and crooked designs. Bug reports instead of wine and lace, But fire still burns in this founder's space. We’ve dated failure, we’ve kissed the grind, Still chasing the things we can’t unwind. Still holding tight to that reckless spark, That builds whole worlds out of the dark. So here’s to the builders who choose this road, Who carry the dream when it’s overloaded. Who show up again when the hype goes thin, And still find a way to believe within. No chocolates here just scars and flame, And hearts that beat in a startup name. Happy Valentine’s, you wild few The ones crazy enough to build something true. By Jason Str ickland The Art of Poetry Community

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