It’s a way of life
A Valentine is not a day.
It’s the little things by which I say
how much I love that certain one
who claims my grateful heart.
A Valentine lasts through the year.
It promises that I’ll be here
to shield you from the winter chill
as we are growing old.
A Valentine is not a card.
It’s loving you when things are hard.
It’s showing you through what I do
that we will never part.
A Valentine’s a way of life.
When we are stressed by unsolved strife,
I’ll look for ways to rid our home
of that which steals our joy.
A Valentine’s is simply me
who’s humbled by the chance to be
your escort as we journey through
the days that yet await.
*This poem is dedicated to my wife Wendy