A Valentine

For those most dear within your heart,

there is no special day.

For every tender, thoughtful act,

will send your love their way.

 

To succor them and comfort them

when dreams have gone awry,

will let them know no seed’s fallow...

let Time decide when they should cry.

 

When they excel and passions soar

such that they fly too high,

best praise, but hold them close to you,

‘till their wings in stillness lie.

 

Or merely state you miss them

and wish that they were near...

extend the hand of fellowship

and pray for them good cheer.

 

Send kith and kin such Valentine

and love will ever intertwine.