My dearest of valentines
Again we meet
To share cake and wine
And shake off defeat.
I am never on my own
When this day comes around
But your eyes come to mind
Sincere and honor bound.
A day I put violets in your hair
The memory above the rest-
Picking blueberries, stains on fingers
And hearts – forever bless’d.
Bring us to a close – with fondness
The roses in your cheeks will swear
We did not go the distance, my dear-
But none will say the love was not there.