* For all those (like me) who don't have a valentine, or didn't receive one, or are just plain lonely or alone - I wish you love and romance and passion ... and a true heart! As long as we are breathing, there is HOPE for tomorrow, so do not despair - everyone is worthy of love ...
I have been lucky to find TWO soul mates in this life, and while I was the sorry fool to lose both, I am thankful for that blessing that so many never find - to love on such a deep, deep level. Am I done? I hope not, but I'm at peace in that respect, (though lonely, I admit) ...
A very Happy Valentines Day to everyone else as well - I hope it was a joyous one, filled with the things that thrum your heart! *
A poem for all ...
JUST ANOTHER VALENTINE
Countless hearts and roses fall for sake of heeding Cupid's call ...
And yet I fail for phrases new, imparting fresh my "I love you"
(For poets past have said it all) ...
Perchance I'll find the words inside your hazel gaze, quite starry-eyed,
The limpid peepers fair and fierce that pity not the heart they pierce,
(Or pulses hurried, closed or wide) ...
Could be the words hide in your grin and dance demurely with your chin,
Coaxed to shine as sound is swirled, (much like your smile), to warm the world,
(Dusted soft - a touch of sin) ...
Perhaps the terms lie in your shape, the curves sublime to finely drape,
That, placed in motion thus defy all other graces brought to eye,
(And leaving countless jaws agape) ...
Maybe the phrase lies in your hair, soft tawny strands of tresses fair,
Or on your skin so silken, chaste, the unseen places meant to taste,
(Adorned in only moonlight, rare) ...
Or maybe, found in ALL of these, the words to bring me to my knees,
In reverence of the reasons true that consecrate the wonder YOU,
(And set my sifting heart at ease) ...
But I think I'm far more apt to find the words to phrase this Valentine,
In things that senses can't impart, the YOU abiding in your heart ...
Caring, thoughtful, sure, and kind ...
A sense-of-humor - artful mind, dark and light and grey, combined,
The body, heart, and soul refined, of all that I have e'er consigned ...
Yes, now my words ... are Valentined.
- the bard