It’s not a Valentine that says, “You’re mine,”
Nor a promise of everlasting love and joy
It’s just a hand to hold, a touch upon the cheek
To keep you warm and let you know you’re not alone
But you might think it’s not a lot
No sentimental reason for a celebration
But my heart is always open, my gift to you
A cherished friendship like strawberries in chocolate
That might make the night less lonely
A mother-love, a sister-hug, a friendship-smile,
To walk beside you star-kissed nights
And travel through your dreams on tiptoes
Sharing, caring, listening, laughing, love.
Friday, February 12, 2010
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