What needs be said on Valentine’s Day?
That on others does lesser weigh?
Are feelings then more than, say
Those encountered every day?
Does one days’ contrivance thus
Count moreso than the daily us?
Not all pomp and circumstance
But daily laughter, smirks, perchance?
Do the thoughts held tight like glue
Need yearly boots, from me or you?
Must every thought or word be said?
Or can actions, deeds yet be read?
As age draws on, the youthful view
Of what once was, cannot now be true
As feelings age, mature, bear fruit
While springing from that strong, deep root
Not every word thus needs be said
When entwined minds can be easily read
Or thoughts be seen ere if unspoken
To be held aloft by some cheap token
Perfection said to be beholden
In eyes of deep reflection
Whole paths trod have changed direction
It does not change a life lived golden
A hand-written Valentine from my husband –
that he gave me I don’t even know how many years ago.
I still read it every year – – –
Copyright Richard A. Crowe, 2015