I have no secret valentine
The one I love's already mine,
My lover knows I hold her dear
I prove it's so throughout the year
While she in truth of likewise mind
Is always thoughtful, ever kind.
Cards and gifts on just one day
Are not how we prefer to say
Such things that e'er should be our thought
And cards and gifts alone mean nought
Should love be silent all year long;
Roses red can't right that wrong.
Valentine's days are oh so nice
To my mind they but suffice
To reaffirm what we should know;
They're but one scene in a four act show.
Through spring and summer, winter, fall
If Valentine's means ought at all,
It is the icing on the cake
Which all year true lovers bake.
I have no secret valentine
I am hers and she is mine,
We both know that we're held dear
We prove it's so throughout the year.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | February 19, 2011 - 11:36
David, love the sentiment behind this poem. It is very beautiful.
These lines say it all for me:-
"...And cards and gifts alone mean nought
Should love be silent all year long;
Roses red can't right that wrong."
Much enjoyed;-)
Tina xx
kheldar | February 19, 2011 - 16:19
Thanks for that Tina, I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
DAvid :--) xxx
shoe | February 20, 2011 - 10:53
I especially love the cake part, I hope the lady in question enjoyed this as much as I did, :}
kheldar | February 20, 2011 - 13:31
Hi Shirley, I liked that line as well. The lady in question did indeed enjoy it and i'm pleased you enjoyed it too.
Thanks for reading and for commenting,
David :--) xxx