A Valentine

This poem was written in a motel in Denver. I was there on business. I was sort of lonely and was thinking about Analia and Valentines Day. I hadn't had a chance to pick up a card and I really wanted her to know how much I missed her. But then cards never seem to say it the way that I would like to.

Gale L. Wolfenbarger

12 May 1988

A Valentine

A box of candy, a funny card

A kiss and the day is past.

But like God's own earth, a valentine

Is a gift that is meant to last.

A tender thought, a kindly deed

Will last throughout all time.

And the Valentine my love gives me,

No earthly hand can sign.

No hand can draw the heart

Nor cupids arrow pierce.

My love for you is not on cards

And not for human ears.

My love for you is how I live

And how I've made you mine.

My love for you says I am yours

And you my Valentine.

Gale L. Wolfenbarger

14 February 1977