How may we speak of love, my Valentine?

So many heart filled hours now mark our bond;

From that first gaze transfixed in golden time

To yestermorn’s shared greeting of the dawn.

This day of Hearts, blood red in sanguine hope

Still stands as tribute to our tender days

And for such truth the singular may grope

For love lies in the main, shared wills and ways.

These words replace a sentimental card

And even loves’ red rose as much the same,

For how can truest love bestow regard

Through borrowed verses lessening your fame.

In truth, I cannot pen what true love means—

Save hearts surfeit of promise…locked in dreams.