Found while Ryzeing:
"Shall I compare thee to a prairie vole?
Thou art more faithful and monogamous.
Rough winds may blast thee, stress may take its toll
And botox leave thy brow impervious;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines
And oft thy sun-cream UV rays lets through;
And every perfect pout at last declines
Into a wrinkled spouse's sulking moue.
But our strong love shall not its power lose
While opioids keep us on the straight and narrow
While oxytocin does its magic prove
And vasopressin binds us one to other.
So long as men can keep their hormones potent
They'll be romantic as that model rodent."
From the Economist, in reaction to this piece, which says that scientists are finding that, after all, love really is down to a chemical addiction between people.

And there's this article, also from the Economist: "Women who prefer wooing to being wooed can take advantage of the fact that this year is a leap year and wait for St Oswald’s day ... On that day, February 29th, once every four years women are enjoined to make the first move. In non-leap years to come, impatient women might want to join the Roman Catholic Church and celebrate St Oswald’s day on February 28th." and "Shares are the popular new way of expressing love ... 47% of women and 38% of men are intending to buy shares as a gift this year."