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A Personal Journey...
... Of Surviving the Wilderness
The Story ..
The question was asked
The response up to me
If I were a Valentine
What kind would I be
I pondered for hours
And stared at the wall
I wanted to be honest
And sincere, that’s all
I took out my pen
And started to write
Of all of the options
I thought of that night
I crossed out the ones
That just couldn't be
And threw away pages
That just weren't me
Gone were the banners
All splashed in red
With big fancy words
I would never had said
Trashed were the thoughts
That were far too trite
Along with the ones
That just weren't right
The response up to me
If I were a Valentine
What kind would I be
I pondered for hours
And stared at the wall
I wanted to be honest
And sincere, that’s all
I took out my pen
And started to write
Of all of the options
I thought of that night
I crossed out the ones
That just couldn't be
And threw away pages
That just weren't me
Gone were the banners
All splashed in red
With big fancy words
I would never had said
Trashed were the thoughts
That were far too trite
Along with the ones
That just weren't right
I then carefully studied
The words that remained
The message was simple
How clear it became
No trumpets were blaring
No promises were made
No lies being spoken
No games being played
There wasn't any doubt
There was only one kind
How could I do better
Than to be YOUR Valentine
So, what do you say
I'll make it worthwhile
You don't have to speak
Just give me a smile
The words that remained
The message was simple
How clear it became
No trumpets were blaring
No promises were made
No lies being spoken
No games being played
There wasn't any doubt
There was only one kind
How could I do better
Than to be YOUR Valentine
So, what do you say
I'll make it worthwhile
You don't have to speak
Just give me a smile
If we men don’t know it we had better quickly figure it out - romance is an important ingredient to a woman’s happiness.
And trust me on this - Valentine’s day often rates higher than anniversaries, birthdays and even Christmas.
It is the one day (but not the only day) of the year you must profess your love for her and let her know she is still the only women for you.
Ignore this day and you will pay big time.
The lady to whom this poem was given was a good friend of mine. She was recently divorced and had no current boyfriend.
For the first time in years she was facing Valentine’s day alone.
As I was also unattached I wrote her this poem and we dined and danced and pretended, for one evening, that the world belonged to us.
And trust me on this -
It is the one day (but not the only day) of the year you must profess your love for her and let her know she is still the only women for you.
Ignore this day and you will pay big time.
The lady to whom this poem was given was a good friend of mine. She was recently divorced and had no current boyfriend.
For the first time in years she was facing Valentine’s day alone.
As I was also unattached I wrote her this poem and we dined and danced and pretended, for one evening, that the world belonged to us.
