It is a day of cherries,
\nchildren sharing cards,
\npaint and lace.
\nNo one without a valentine,
\na word of love!
\nI watch women gaze at cards,
\nmen hesitating,
\nchoosing fragile verse.
\nWords confusing in the life of work,
\nbut lifting the heart
\nwith a valentine\u2019s delight.<\/p>\n
Can I be yours?
\nWould you be mine?
\nWho loves me most,
\nor now,
\nor will?
\nDoes she hear?
\nWill he call?
\nI love you best
\ndear sweet valentine.<\/p>\n
The girl that loves the boy,
\nthe boy that shyly draws with crayon
\na heart,
\nwith a name inside.
\nA day when everyone
\nseeks someone else,
\nand longs to have a song
\nsung to them.<\/p>\n
If this were all that mankind does,
\nit would be enough,
\nchocolates and hearts,
\nnotes and signs,
\nin all the world,
\nthere is no pain that can\u2019t be lifted,
\nno grief go uncured,
\nno hunger that bites into the soul,
\nthat a valentine won\u2019t cure,
\nsaying with all the world\u2019s love,
\nbe mine!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It is a day of cherries, children sharing cards, paint and lace. No one without a valentine, a word of love! I watch women gaze…<\/p>\n